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.

9.17.2020

People's Toys Do Something to Somebody Else

There are pragmatic fanatics who justify being chosen by important people who oppose the concept of dangerous apparel by claiming to have preeminent influence on the habits of children. They continue to expand their special arrangements into existence. They give the world a moving historical wound.

6.22.2020

Hunky Sex Guy

Well known and heroic writer climbs out of a river to rescue a melting guard. He looked back at the nineteen convicts who did not go free. The writer found his wallet containing thirty dollars, and then he bared his bottom in the yard and then he scared a skeleton cat out of a wooden hole. A guy was drowning in the river now but the writer tripped over his pulled-down pants and regretted it for thirty years.

10.20.2019

Happy caucasian intern

At night the author would see family and friends and the Easter Bunny would tell his children, grandchildren, and a student gang group one thousand secrets in down to earth language. He had no idea how to endure his mother’s dreams and questions. Not only were they baking in the sun, but they were capable of effectively pursuing their intended level of greatness. There is no available information at this time.

10.19.2019

Lateral Wing

Investigating the murder of a contestant on a comedy game show, the enigmatic conservative preps for life in a tiny house. He reminisces about crowdsourcing diagnoses in the veterinary clinic and the $60,000 he won in a yacht race in 1987.

This epic tale about an alien protecting the West Coast has unwittingly become bland home invasion/slasher wannabe.

10.18.2019

Swollen Brassica

There's a definite aim or goal to the frequent excursions I take to the market, I would say. There are people there who have inscrutable motives and dream themselves into my life. It feels that specific to me.

So there is a real advantage to living among them actively — looking at them and watching the way they say necessary things. I like to have something interesting in my hand to drop in an emergency.

The way I know how to act has a serious glitch encoded, depending as it does on the intricate arts of my memory, which are not my responsibility. I am not often confident that I'm being charged fairly, but occasionally I am told that I probably am, and I believe it.

Bull Dream

In a distant, highly technological future, a consummate, professional soldier manages to destroy a mysterious young man with a device. The admiral is aware.

This is a sore subject for us. Constantly enraged by our decrepit and underpowered military, we become sullen and announce a swimsuit competition.

8.22.2019

Join Mary’s Holy Orphanage

Long ago, a gangly teen-age boy

Cherished by the dragon

The forest elves, perfectly melded

With the sparkling beast and its power

The dragon already labored to capture

Three wonderful grandchildren

One thing he inherited was a wooden souvenir

One thing he inherited was the wonderful tin TV tray

Next to a chair

The elves sealed the jagged shards of joy

In the shadow of everyone familiar