Weird Anthology

In 2025, neutron bombs wipe out much of the world’s drinkable water. For the next several years, survivors exist in deplorable conditions and their rations are dwindling. One woman arises from the camp, determined to improve conditions. Charlotte is ready to do whatever it takes to ensure clean water for her fellow survivors. Water is almighty. Whoever controls the water rules the world. Can Charlotte prevent the power from falling into the wrong hands?

A collection of stories written by Ethan Obi-wan Couldrey before his untimely death in 2024 aged 24. These are tales including ghost stories, modern myths and unique stories of human triumph.

A man who terrifies women for fun, a would-be mystery writer stalking his unscrupulous editors, an old man fantasizing about shooting his neighbor, Brittany Spears revenging her kidnapping, a wannabe writer actually killing people to work out his plots, madness uniting painters and critics together in a bloodbath, a magical ring revealing a hidden killer, a vampire disguised as the syringe of an old junkie, young communists developing lucid dreaming as an antidote to the class struggle....

A collection of 18 poems and six stories, weird as fungi. Ghosts, monsters, and aliens; empresses, adventurers, and cultists; and a lot of death. Includes the poems "Walpurgisnacht" and "Terrors of the Night of April Twenty-Ninth", and the prize-winning Lovecraftian story "Looking into the Can".

Susan is the epitome of the happy housewife, contentedly conducting her daily ritual of cleaning her home and keeping everything just as it should be. Wrapped up in her own little world within those familiar walls, she hardly notices the altogether different arrival in her own back yard. She may ignore the sudden shaking beneath her slippered feet, she might even neglect to spot the conspicuous sight itself - but she can't evade the stench. Something's wrong. Very wrong.

Der Ort, an dem alles endet. Ein Meer, in dem nichts lebt. Eine Wüste, in der alles stirbt. Eine Stadt, in der jeder schläft. An diesem Ort ist es nicht kalt. An diesem Ort ist es nicht dunkel. Es ist ein fremder Ort. Da ist ein mechanisches Herz mit dem Wunsch zu leben. Ein Toter, der zurückkehrt, um eine Schüssel Müsli zu essen. Ein zensiertes Gesicht, das sich davor fürchtet, erkannt zu werden. Und das ist nur ein Bruchteil von dem, was an diesem Ort wartet. Acht Geschichten vom Endpunkt.