From the author of Hell Dancer, comes Girls Are Not Smiling.
Welcome To The Road Trip From Hell
Pagan is demon-possessed.
Lori is suicidal.
Britt is just terminally pissed off.
Meet three young Boston women on the run from the law, each with problems that will fuse into more than the sum of their individual parts, becoming a holocaust of sex and violence and terror, a literal rain of blood and horror and gore and evil.
And if that wasn’t already bad enough, Pagan’s pet demon is slowly transforming her into something both unspeakable and unholy.
Truly, these girls aren’t smiling.
In the 1950’s people envisioned the 1980’s as the age of moon colonization and everyday space travel amid continued cold war shenanigans.
Along that timeline the Foo corporation and its subsidiary, Nucleo have dominated the market and a new head of the company, Mr. Salt, plans to take it to the next level by building the first lunar theme park and resort.
But The Green family next door might present a challenge as Grandpa tightens his tin foil hat and enlists the help of Little Johnny and Suzy in finding out the secret of what’s lurking in the Salt’s basement and really driving the Foo Corporation to dominate the lunar tourist industry.
Six people find themselves trapped in Detention, a nightmare realm where the demonic Schoolmaster is hell-bent on reforming them . . . until they die.
Porn superstar Venus Deluxe came to Springfield, MA to party, and next found her life hanging by a thread. One wrong answer will mean her death.
Suspended BPD detective Tanya Rockford was trying to stop one kind of violence, but found a terrifying another. With her and her companion’s lives hanging in the balance, it’s going to take all of her courage and resourcefulness to escape this hell she’s stumbled into.
Porn stud Chad Cannon has made a career from his ten-inch penis. Here in Detention, however, it’s his brains that matter. He’ll soon be hoping all the pot he’s smoked over the years hasn’t completely messed up his memory.
The three students, Sherri, Jordan, and Mike? They were all just in the wrong place at the right time.
Will anyone survive Detention? The evil Schoolmaster doesn’t plan on letting that happen . . .
From the creator of Boston Posh and Boston Corpse comes Boston Lust, the third installment in the BUD MALONE bizarro detective series!
“Bless it, Father, for she has sinned.”
Seven murdered gay women, all their bodies completely drained of blood. All also with large parts of their bodies dissolved away like acid has been pumped into their veins.
Bud Malone has to find the female vampire preying on Boston’s lesbian population.
Then Malone meets the beautiful Trudi Carmen and the case gets even more tangled. Trudi needs Malone’s help in recovering a ring that’s gone missing. But how in the world is one little black ring related to either the dead women or their killer?
Resolving this case will lead Malone deep into Lucy Tang’s legacy—The Abstracta. And then to the city of Genesis.
Boston Lust—Just when you thought Bean Town was safe to visit again.
Own it today in paperback or Kindle editions! Available on amazon.com.
In a first in the seven-year history of BURNING BULB PUBLISHING, we are pleased to announce that TODAY (August 29, 2015) we have made history by releasing not one, but TWO exciting new books to our collection of amazing literature!
First, for the Bizarro/over-the-top fiction/erotica fans, let me present to you DR. ORGASM, by the incomparable WOL-VRIEY:
Communism = the political doctrine outlawing ‘coming’ (i.e. the female orgasm).
Courtney Taylor is young, intelligent, beautiful, and successful. She also has a boyfriend who loves her deeply.
The problem is, no matter what Courtney does, she can’t climax during sex.
When Florence Rigid’s communist forces destroy the city of Metaphor, Courtney and her friends Teresa, Highball, Miki, and Heather are cast into the midst of a quest to find the only person able to save the land of Innuendo—Dr. Carol Orgasm, wanted by the communists for developing the O-Pill, a wonder drug that grants women sexual ecstasy on demand.
The communists will do anything to get their hands on the O-Pill and prevent its reaching the millions of Innuendo’s women.
But Courtney desperately wants that pill too. And so it’s now a race between Courtney and the communists to find Dr. Orgasm first.
And Courtney has no choice but to win this race.
She must win it: For her own orgasm . . . and for the freedom of female sexuality everywhere.
Second, for the fans of classic horror, NELSON W. PYLES’ latest release EVERYTHING HERE IS A NIGHTMARE will be sure to satisfy your dark cravings:
“Pyles makes it look easy. His characters come instantly alive with the cocksure verve and swagger of rock stars.”- Daniel Knauf, creator of HBO’s “Carnivale,” Executive Producer/Writer, ABC’s “The Blacklist.”
The critically acclaimed author of Demons, Dolls and Milkshakes returns with fifteen tales of horror and suspense with Everything Here is a Nightmare.
From zombies in the old west, to a young boy tempted by the Devil. From vampires with romantic longing, to an abandoned lighthouse haunted by vengeful spirits. From a serial killer getting unholy justice, to a haunted English race car, Nelson W Pyles invites you to explore a landscape of fear, suspense and horror.
Take his hand and hold on tight. Remember that whatever you find here, whatever you see, no matter what you might think it could be…know this:
Everything Here is a Nightmare
A Bud Malone Thriller!
MAGIC CAN BE MURDER!!!
Drag queen Lucy Tang is back in Boston, and is hell-bent on settling her vendetta against casino owner Sookie Ling. And suddenly, Bud Malone, PI, has the case of his life to resolve.
When Boston’s robot police force are baffled by a mind transfer case, they come to Malone for help.
The one person who can likely help Malone out here is the witch Soledad Bathory. But Soledad seems to know a lot more than she’s telling him.
It’s a case not made easier when Malone meets Soledad’s beautiful cousin, Josephine ‘Slave’ Bailey. Slave has her own plans for Malone, most of which involve teaching him BDSM and making him her new Master.
Oh, and Rick Rogers owes Sookie Ling a whole lot of money, a gambling debt that’s going to be literally Hell to pay!
Boston Corpse–Not your average detective novel!
Get it today at amazon!
PUBLISHER’S DISCLAIMER/STORM WARNING:
This isn’t well-behaved young adult fiction. It is not intended for children, either. This is a graphically violent, EXTREMELY sexually graphic/depraved, quite sick book (in places) . . . seriously, not for the innocent. SERIOUSLY. Er . . . you’ve been warned.
This is Book #2 in the Bud Malone Series. Book #1 is Boston Posh.
“This primer is the very essence of any and all styles and types of Bizarro writing. Wol-vriey collects, distills, and bottles up these 37 tiny stories for your sensory enjoyment. This is an absolute must-read for anyone new to the genre, because it demonstrates the scope of what Bizarro is, and what it can be.”
–Teresa Pollack, Bizarro commentator and blogger
Welcome to the strange place:
A collection of 37 flash fiction stories designed to introduce one to the Bizarro/New Weird Genre.
Weird, dreamy, nightmarish, absurd, sad, surreal, humorous . . . this collection of tales is all this and more.
Welcome once again to the strange place, everyone . . . the very strange place.
- The Original
- Love + Lust in Brazil
- Teething Troubles
- Jackie Chan Angel
- Ears are for Hearing
- Evil Beef Factory
- Angie Stone’s Revival
- Lesbian in my Pocket
- Can’t See For The Rain
- The Morning After
- Ahmed Apple Attacks America!
- The Grass
- A Day at the Racists
- Behind Every
- Okay! Okay!!
- For Ze Love of Rosa (A Legend of Bizarro Mexico)
- Ring Ring
- Shrink Me
- Good Medicine
- Liquid Husband
- The East Side of the House
- In Reverso
- Entertaining Spider
- Number One
- Señor Ogre (A Legend of Bizarro Mexico)
- Die, You Fluffy Sonofabitch!
- Soft Silky Skin
- God’s Refrigerator
- 2012: The Alien Egg
- Retro Race Relations Rumble
- The Lionesses and The Hyena
- The Secret Life of Drawers
- The Devil in Utopia
Reality has henceforth been abolished
– The Fixer.
In Springfield, Massachusetts, Melanie Catchpole is hired to fetch back a magic teddy bear worth millions of dollars from a warehouse across town.
Problem is, the warehouse is down in Springfield’s O-Zone—that totally weird sector of the city where Bizarro fell to Earth. The ‘O’ is a fairytale land, a place where dreams and nightmares literally live and breathe.
Worse still, the gingers—mutant cannibals—prowl the O. The gingers have already eaten everyone else Melanie’s employers sent to get back the magic teddy bear.
Accompanied by the handsome but ruthless Doug Fisher (who she finds sexy but doesn’t dare entrust her heart to), Melanie enters the O-Zone.
Melanie and Doug are instantly caught up in an adventure they’d never have believed credible even if written as fiction . . . and Melanie’s used to experiencing the very weird as the norm.
And now, additionally, there’s a mystery to unravel: What does the dark, freezing-cold being called The Fixer want with Mary, the barkeep’s daughter?
Bad breakups, Bigfoot costumes, ghost bears, and more. Park Masters is a wacky, intelligent, quirky comedy about the power relationships have on people, good or bad. Also, it’s just plain fun!
“We Wish You a Happy Killday” is the story of an international beloved holiday called “Killday” where one day a year everyone over the age of fifteen is permitted to register for a license allowing them to kill one other person. But this year Chad Ovenstock doesn’t feel like killing anyone. His friends and family urge him to participate in the festivities, but he can’t seem to get into the holiday spirit.
On the day before Killday Chad comes in contact with Ambrose, an old friend who suffered a nervous breakdown and is now part of The One Ant Army, a mysterious cult dedicated to making the future disappear. When the holiday finally arrives Chad refuses to participate and tries to survive on his own, surrounded by constant gunfire, countless corpses, and the nagging suspicion that Ambrose may have secretly brainwashed him into becoming a member of The One Ant Army cult.
He visits his aunt in the hospital, gets shot in the arm, and dragged to a party: just another Killday full of traditional high-spirited bloodshed. Shot, wounded, and disorientated from powerful painkillers, Chad struggles to come to terms with his place in the strange and bewildering world around him.
Now available – THE FILING CABINET OF DOOM – a collection of 17 Bizarro stories.
What is THE FILING CABINET OF DOOM?
It’s a surreal comedy set in a black and white world where people communicate via speech bubbles and no sound exists. During a visit by a traveling carnival a psychic informs a village that the world will end soon. Three people make their way to the Head Office of the Council – a distant and dangerous place – to find out what’s going on while the psychic stays behind to face the wrath of the villagers.
In addition to the novella bearing the collection’s title, this book is JAM PACKED with sixteen BONUS short stories of the bizarre for your perusal, including:
- Amongst the Dust and the Mice
- Care For a Dance?
- Dimension Lake
- Feathers and Fame
- Girl in the Picture
- I Can See You
- Invite Ghosts and Earn Pounds
- My Own Real Doll
- One Phone Call Away
- Son, I’m Afraid I’m a Zombie
- The Annual Essex Medical Convention
- The Blue Seashell
- The Marzipan King is a Dick
- The Problem Rock
- Time Tastic Tours
- We Interrupt With This Message
From the man who brought you VEGAN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE and BOSTON POSH, comes…
VEGAN VAMPIRE VAGINAS
The biggest bank heist in US history. And Tom Palmer can’t remember pulling it off. And no, this isn’t your standard case of amnesia.
After a one-night-stand gone horribly wrong, Boston salesman Tom Palmer wakes up with a vagina implanted in his left hand.
Then his day gets worse:
Tom is transported across space-time to a nightmare version of Boston, one where the Bizarro virus has transformed half the population into cannibals.
Worst of all, Tom discovers that in this new Boston, he’s the infamous gangster Pussypalm, wanted for robbing the Federal Reserve Bank of Boston a year ago.
He also learns that the vagina in his hand is prophetic, i.e. it talks . . . after sex.
With 130 people left dead during his bank heist and six billion dollars missing, Tom knows he’s living on borrowed time. It is in his best interests not to remember anything.
Because once he does . . .
But then everything gets so much odder. Tom begins remembering what has to be someone else’s life. Or is it?
Vegan Vampire Vaginas: A mind-bending trip through Bizarro America!
From Bizarro master storyteller Wol-vriey comes a truly weird western tale that will leave you awe-struck and on the edge of your seat…
In the town named Little Ass, tight-assed prostitute Rosa overhears a gunslinger’s plans to assassinate rancher Edison Bennett. Once the badass Bennett learns of the plot, he ensures there’ll be hell to pay for any attempt on his life!
Yes, it’s going to take all of gunslinger Jude’s shooting prowess, his eclectic collection of strange firearms, a trusty horse that requires an owners’ manual, and the help of the lovely and invigorating Nell (who’s EXTREMELY odd when the going gets weird), to survive the Bizarro hell that Edison Bennett unleashes in order to hold onto the land that he’d stolen from Madam Zizi.
Edison returned with his drink. He and Valhalla studied Jude’s gun.“It’s made of bone, Edison,” Valhalla said. “Smells like fish bone.”Edison raised a startled eyebrow. He finished his whiskey, then broke the weapon open to check its ammo.There were three shells in the cylinder, and no spent casings. Edison thought the three empty chambers odd. Even odder, the ends of the unfired shells looked like frayed meat.He shook the bullets out into his hand.Frowning, he held one up so Valhalla and Ike could see it. Lamplight glinted off the bullet’s fingernail. “What sort of a weapon fires severed human fingers?” he asked.
Freedom of Speech – A Bizarro Author’s Perspective – An Op-ed/guest commentary from “Vulgarity for the Masses” Author J.S. Lawhead
Trying to find a starting place for my first guest blog article on Burning Bulb makes me feel like I’m trying to write a pretentious introduction for some snooty New York University film class. I keep finding myself wanting to start with “What IS creativity?” or “what IS freedom of speech/expression?” as if this was the first time you came into the big city off the turnip truck from Yutzylvania. You know what creativity is – it is the act of exercising actions contrary to what is redundant in your context.
Freedom of Speech, however, isn’t quite as easy to define – at least not anymore. It used to be a concept, nay, a dream of societies that lived genuinely under the thumbs of the inarguable tyrants to be able to say and think their own opinions without being thrown into the gulag or whatever funny foreigner word they had for “prison” at the time. Today, freedom of speech is largely used to justify paying drunk, poorly educated George Carlin clones millions of dollars to be racist, sexist, hateful and intolerant assholes to the roaring applause of society’s quasi-intellectual bottom-feeders, inbetween voice acting gigs for Dreamworks and PBS.
I wasn’t alive for much of history, so I don’t actually know when the switch from dignity and truth to giving sociopathic people excuses to make fun of teenage mothers who lost their disabled children to cancer happened, but I probably wasn’t alive for it and am thankful there is a very low chance I had anything to do with it. Truth be told, despite being a published author in the most extreme literature genre you can find, I actually really find offending people to be distasteful… a demeaning self-exposure to the very center of the humanity that has put a permanent cap on the quality of life on Earth, and a self-evident admission to being part of the problem for everyone.
Is that what you were hoping to read when you saw another article on Freedom of Speech? Another nameless paraquot blindly preaching anarchy without any real thinking on the subject and without earning any of the wisdom that comes with it? Aside from being a total cliche at this point in history, I refuse to waste what few opportunities I have to speak to people by contributing more to the shallow, stupid-minded dogma that any punk-rock poseur with half a tongue in his mouth (and usually not much else) can regurgitate and pretend he’s Luke f’n Skywalker. No sir, what I want to talk about is where Freedom of Speech should be utilized to its intended, maximum effect in literature.
Yeah, I could’ve been a pompous, hippie professor and asked “What is creativity? What is Freedom of Speech?”, but a better question is “how does a bizarro author reconcile his personal feelings on Freedom of Speech versus the essence behind what he publishes?” well, it may not be a better question, but it’s certainly longer, and that’s just as good. My basis was this existed long before I was old enough to remember things, but I don’t think it was actually organized and realized until my first novel, Vulgarity For The Masses was published.
If you’ve read Vulgarity For The Masses (and judging by my sales numbers, YOU HAVEN’T) you might get the subtlest hint that I was trying to see what real Freedom of Speech might be like. I really wanted to see how much I could possibly get away with in this new bizarro genre I discovered. I wanted to see what would happen if I could cram all my creativity and nonsense into every sentence of this 200-something page tome and really create something I’ve never seen before. You know how some hot sauce makers make sauces you have to sign legal waivers to try? I wanted to make one so hot that the waiver comes with an additional mandatory purchase of life insurance to keep your family funded for the very expensive funeral they will have to purchase once you put that sauce in your mouth – in a literature context of course. Somehow, the Good Lord Iehova deemed it was fit to become part of fate, and after much searching, I found Gary Vincent of Burning Bulb Publishing (a man who makes John Kricfalusi look like Art Garfunkel) who said he would take it.
And what came of it? Well, if you’ve ever wondered what an “aftermath” might be like without the “math” part of it, you might have a half-decent idea to what I’m talking about. Even worse than the reviews I got for it where the reviews I DIDN’T get. I sent over 100 books, electronic and not, and I think only two ever got written. Everyone else told me either, “umm, it was… interesting, but not my cup of tea” or “dude, no, just… no.” I’ve heard people tell me they couldn’t read it for more than 5 minutes at a time without getting a headache, which for their minor betrayal of me I felt completely justified in advance. The high point of my praise was when a composer working for John Williams at LucasArts got a copy and posted in IRC that he liked it. If I could’ve gotten that review in advance, it would’ve been printed on the back of the book looking like this:
“Ah yeah, this is awesome!” – Wilbert Roget II, composer at LucasArts (paraphrased).
After absorbing, ad nauseum, the conventional art wisdom of “who cares what other people think?”, “they’re just haters” and all that and finding it not as functionally useful as its continued use for ego panacea suggests, I came to study the relationship of why readers and audiences and publishers always demand something new, something creative, and then turn their noses up at it when you actually deliver on those demands. You see, every self-proclaimed alternative genius and off-the-beaten-path hiker can shout about the dignities and tennants of Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Speech is not Freedom of Consequence. Ok, you can’t really be thrown in jail for something you say anymore, but that doesn’t mean you get away with every word to commit to the commonwealth either. Vulgarity For The Masses was never really designed to be specifically offensive, but it was a vile trip for all those who took the ride, and I should’ve known better than to think everyone would appreciate it just because I wanted to be different. Different is not always better, and that’s a fact of life.
That fact is why we’re still in a quagmire of art. So many people are more focused with WHAT they say than how they say it, and any publisher worth his salt knows he or she can’t put a whole company in jeopardy to satisfy the deluded grandeur visions of one narcissistic little pill. There we’ve found that nearly every genre left is reduced to its lowest common denominators. Publishers can’t take chances, and writers refuse to change their “messages” because they think everything they said in their work is gold and something the public truly needs.
I submit to you that creativity is more important in the writing world now than Freedom of Speech is. As I’ve demonstrated in this post, any moron can climb up on his soapbox and rant on and on about a subject, but it takes real skill to deliver words and stories in a format that twists and turns the mind, and that’s what art is truly about. For the most part, it doesn’t matter WHAT you say, but HOW you say it, and HOW you say it can make all the difference in the world to you getting published and inspiring others to do so too.
That’s why I still reside in the bizarro genre despite my first attempt crashing and burning in lames (that is not a typo). Bizarro is probably the last genre on Earth that still respects the inherent creativity that comes with writing, but if we still focus on being as offensive and gritty as humanly possible, that outlet won’t last too long. We need to cut the bullshit, for now at least, and focus on stimulating readers with concepts and structures that go outside the box, instead of getting a rise out of them with words and “messages” that will only shock once and quickly lose their edge after that.
I mean, you can only say the word “fuck” so many times before it loses its whole value of being written, don’t you think?
Now, I will point out that I’ve currently written myself into a corner and have no idea how to do this without making my entire blog above it a hypocritical mountain of tripe, but I am an author doing a guest blog post, and I am most definitely obligated to plug the book that started this off in the first place.
PLEASE BUY VULGARITY FOR THE MASSES SO I DON’T HAVE TO EAT DOG FOOD ANYMORE OMG
J.S. Lawhead – J.S. Lawhead is a child of the mystic Smoky Mountains in East Tennessee; where magick and logick often collide behind shadows left by the Einherjar, ghosts rise above the waters and mists to further dull the grey air, and the fabric that separates life and death between dreams is camouflaged as the seasonal mountain canopy of nature. It is an excellent environment to foster the concepts explored in his anthology Vulgarity For The Masses published by Burning Bulb Publishing. Jeff’s short story The McCarter House was published online by CreepyPasta.com.
He is a practicing Lutheran, lives with a wife and a moderately extended family, dives off the deep end to get shit done and occasionally releases music under the name 12 Followers/Meteo Xavier. Born in 1984 and completely ignorant of his blood type.
John D. decided to read VEGAN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE by Wol-vriey in one setting and his eyes popped out of his head! OMG!
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Dare to read VEGAN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE for yourself? Check it out here.
Howdy all you weird Western fans out there! This just in… Westward Hoes: 9 Weird Western Tales is now available on Kindle! For bizarro lovers, this also features the novella “Big Trouble in Little Ass” by Wol-vriey.
Why are the white robots trying to kill Malone?
In 2028 AD, the USA is a nation ravaged by hungry dragons and dinosaurs.
In Boston, Massachusetts, private eye Bud Malone is hired to rescue a kidnapped heiress. But nothing is as it seems.
Malone works to unravel a tangled web involving Boston Chinatown, a 200-year-old woman with a 9-year-old body, white humanoid robots, a human-liver-eating psychopath, a golem, a porcelain dragon, and a snake goddess with a crush on him.
There’s also a woman obsessed with chicken sex.
Then Malone meets Posh Lane, a gorgeous call girl who’s desperate to quit her pimp. Romantic sparks ignite between Posh and Malone, but Posh’s past suddenly catches up with her in a BIG way.
To save Posh, Malone agrees to run a quest for Earth’s new rulers, the Forks. The quest: recover ex US president Jefferson Lincoln’s liver for them.
Malone has no idea that agreeing to the Fork’s odd request will send him on the weirdest trip he’s ever been on in his life.