A Cordial Welcome

Cosmik Wolfpack is a playground and laboratory for flash-formed poetry and nanofiction written by The Debtor, a white cisgender male and citizen of the United States.

If you have something to say to the author, send it to cosmikwolfpack at gmail dot com.

4.29.2022

Assaulted in the Porcelain Lung

A retired school secretary meets the people interested in Egypt or Cleopatra. 

There has never been a time when a cotton farmer who failed to massage women became a successful mayor. 

The right fragrance can make a virgin paint a vivid picture of an alter boy in Albuquerque, New Mexico. 

Meet the people who dream of an uncomplicated spiritual union between two people and a pig.

4.22.2022

I Like a Duster on a Gentleman

Reshape your life by reaching out to the youngest writer given the chance to experience fears. Since women often can’t experience manufacturing sensually provocative sentiments, men could, should and would create and build machines to moments that are bland. Too often, females need someone to be a catalyst for ridicule.

4.15.2022

Whiskey Dragon Trying to Vote

Troubled by her past, Melissa is struggling to gain sexual and sensual knowledge in a way that is both magical and heartwarming. An unfortunate incident happened, and important people who made a difference to the world trained snakes.

I have a piece of art on permanent display in the high school where I graduated.

4.08.2022

Strategies for Absorbency

Jeanette fondly looks back on the years when the dead poltergeists came to rural Alabama. Ever since the traumatic death of her neighbor’s horses, she is frequently summoned to own a few acres of land and become engulfed in things that aren't really there. However, she toils alongside strange and unnatural things, praying to the television screen for a tiny dark God. Meanwhile, the ghost of the farmer’s wife’s little sister held fast to her dreams of someday opening her own business.

4.01.2022

Combat Arenas in the Clinic

A fisherman, a hunter and a horseman went to the morgue to become involved in an international drug and jewel smuggling ring.

Rushing down the three flights of stairs two at a time, the ER nurse discovered the gutless bodies of the three people. Rushing into the room, the local police observed the ER nurse wailing and crying. There was a big male lying on a bed of fog.

The trauma resident surprisingly seemed to be gone along with the jewels! His brother has beaten him, or so it was said, because he had taken his records.