Author Archives: Ken Honeywell
“That’s when a white hot star exploded, blooming out from his right temple. His legs folded under him, and he coughed out a glob of partly chewed popcorn. The bucket rolled in a semi-circle, spilling precious kernels.” A Mythic Indy story by Robin Beery.
“First of all, has anyone at Kroger ever heard of structural engineering? Because I guaran-goddamn-tee you that Tostitos has an entire engineering department.” Alex Mattingly is chipped off.
“It is, I must admit, a personal failing, but from a tender age I have been an incorrigible potty mouth. Few terms are too vile, no rate of repetition too high. I am a world-class vulgarian in tasteful pumps. W.S. Winslow works blue.
“When the sergeant smeared ash across my face I should have resigned, gone home or anywhere else, and never come back.” A Mythic Indy story by Ryan Everett Felton.
“I should have known that Ender’s Game was not for me. I love science fiction, but sci fi authors aren’t exactly known for passing the Bechdel test.” How badly does Shae Ramsey hate this film?
“Existentialism, like mononucleosis, is a wasting disease that afflicts college students across America almost as soon as they unpack their laptops and iPod docking stations.” Con Chapman has the cure.
“And so shall you sit. And so shall you be saved from your own responsibilities: thought, action, love, heartache, even illusion.” And so begins a love story by Robin Wyatt Dunn.
“Lieutenant Craig had a job to do, and he was going to get it over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. No one else had wanted to clean out Detective Robinson’s personal effects after he’d been killed in the line of duty…” A Mythic Indy story by R. Wolf Baldassarro.
“The vile blob is shaped exactly like the can. The way the ridges are still indented into the side of the quivering mass—it makes me shudder.” Nick Honeywell has your Thanksgiving FAQs.