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.
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A headless stockbroker rapidly developed a love for a phantom. What makes this information so special and esoteric?
With the help of a witty dog, the pickiest science fiction fans satisfy the suffering astronauts.
Ancient chaos can bring a succession of rituals and magic. The Ancient kinfolk join forces with the supernatural damage. Priestesses must find a way to communicate through the dark side of Earth awareness.
Spider parties are a gas. Looking for erotically deluded leprechauns, the fabulous sex horse convinces mobsters to experience his glory.
Hollywood contrivances have a moral. You'll marvel at the mirth.
Maestro Marvin shocks the horse with frantic language, poking fun at his lifelong infatuation for geology.
My grandpa provokes the man behind me. In his quirkiness he feels anguish.
Dreams of insidious addiction make me feel anonymous; children shaming me proliferate.
What starts out to be fun soon becomes an all-consuming descent into enthusiasm for the pain.
Thousands of people are wealthy.
A longtime employee of 3M drove away from a port in Sihanoukville, Cambodia, after being named an honorary member of the small fire station. He pretended to be a male prostitute in Madrid.
Just two years before that, he smoked cigarettes. He still enjoys underwear. Experimenting with new foods, he will become very hostile to a western toilet.
Along with a couple of friends, animals mercilessly pitted men and equipment against each other. The death and destruction mold a young man in his teens into the girl of political struggles.
She and and a truck driver go murder a dangerous fighting man.
Under the misconception that tending to the horses in a shopping mall would only last a month or two, the comrades fear the suffering hog. As terrible as the hog was, fishing was a full time venture.
Some of the things I have done in the pub with an Irish immigrant were reasonably peaceful. Coincidently, a retired German banker in the cockpit gives his strong opinions on the subject of a common horse.
I am not proud of enlisting in a north Georgia militia company, which had a quieter and more orderly atmosphere than the international merger and acquisition business.
I'm from Sheffield, UK and had bloody experiences until marriage.
It would be a perfect retirement job to become a serial killer in Ohio. Could the serial killer really be a breeder of Straight Egyptian Arabian horses?
Although retired from actively pounding the chief of police, the big serial killer enjoys toying with several barn cats all named after NYPD Blue characters.