The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2
Kick in Halloween with the latest issue of The Haunted Traveler. We opened up and looked for the strangest and the most horrific tales from this universe, bringing them here in a single collection for the readers to get a little twisted. The Haunted Traveler is a horror and science fiction literary anthology that releases twice a year. Published through Weasel Press, the anthology seeks to roam around with the stories you'll never forget. Those dark little tales that are sort of etched in everyone. We love the dark and twisted and we really want to be scared. Check out our website to see when we're open next. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more.
Kick in Halloween with the latest issue of The Haunted Traveler. We opened up and looked for the strangest and the most horrific tales from this universe, bringing them here in a single collection for the readers to get a little twisted. The Haunted Traveler is a horror and science fiction literary anthology that releases twice a year. Published through Weasel Press, the anthology seeks to roam around with the stories you'll never forget. Those dark little tales that are sort of etched in everyone. We love the dark and twisted and we really want to be scared. Check out our website to see when we're open next. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more.
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life.’<br />
‘You can’t be serious !’<br />
‘If only you shared Mr Boyle’s concern for<br />
your own welfare. I see by your chart you have gained<br />
sixteen pounds since your last sojourn here.’<br />
Even through the gnawing in his derriere<br />
Boyle couldn’t help but admire Flynn’s slick reversal<br />
of blame. Bob on the other hand was less bowled over,<br />
visibly so. Speechless with rage, his complexion a<br />
diseased scarlet, lips flapping like gills transposed on<br />
his cantaloupe of a head. His very skull seemed to be<br />
swelling with indignation; any moment now, thought<br />
Boyle, it will burst open like a giant piñata, showering<br />
us all in a storm of Oreos and Snickers, cooking oil<br />
and pork rinds.<br />
Bob waggled a ham sized fist at Flynn, wheezing<br />
like he was deflating, then dropped to the floor,<br />
sending out a shock wave that toppled the photo of<br />
Mrs Flynn and her pet Pug (or was it just a hairy<br />
baby? Boyle could never bring himself to look at it<br />
long enough to draw a conclusion) from the desk.<br />
‘Don’t just stand there!’ yelled Flynn, turning<br />
the sleep deprived gravel pits of his eyes onto Boyle.<br />
‘Do something!’<br />
‘Like what?’<br />
‘I don’t know. You’re the one trained in First<br />
Aid.’<br />
‘If you think I’m putting my mouth anywhere<br />
near his…’ began Boyle, remembering Bob’s sewer<br />
breath, then faltering when he realised what was currently<br />
smeared around his own lips. ‘Besides, you<br />
were about to fire me. You kiss him.’