Cosmiccomedy Stories

Seven mutant chickens -Yellow Beak, Black Beak, Slimfeather, Pepster, Rage Rooster, Kiro, and Kira- battle cosmic threats born from cursed yolk, fried-oil sorcery, and dimensional madness. Between sticky zombies, absurd villains, and battles worthy of an apocalyptic breakfast, the Chicken Force must save the multiverse... or end up fried trying.

You checked the box marked 'maximum growth, minimum chill' and now you're stuck on Earth again. A satirical, heart-tickling romp through the Soul Realm for anyone who's ever wondered why they reincarnated again. Disclaimer : This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual soul contracts, celestial departments, or divine cloud-like beings named Flloof is purely coincidental... or highly suspicious. All cosmic entities, realms, timelines, and metaphysical processes depicted are intended for entertainment, lighthearted reflection, and spiritual giggles. Please do not attempt to reincarnate using this method. Always consult your inner knowing, spirit guides, or tea leaves before making major soul decisions.

WHITE NOISE An Anthology. Existential orbits. Cosmic static. A chorus of misfit voices humming in the void. Step into the broadcast zone where reality fractures and every story pulses with cosmic weirdness, dark humor, and a raw ache for meaning. Planets argue. Televisions dream, or watch you back. Cockroaches write love letters to extinction. Computer software grows a conscience, one midnight glitch at a time. WHITE NOISE is not your everyday anthology. These aren't bedtime tales or gentle parables. There are existential transmissions from the edge, where satire and soul wrestle for the remote. Inside, you'll find stories that are strange, luminous, and unafraid to get under yoour skin. Some will disturb you. Some might heal you. All will ask you to listen, really listen, for the signal inside the static, the lost frequencies of love, loss, laughter, and that stubborn hope that something out there cares. Dare to tune in. You might find your heart, your soul, and your meaning, or lose them in the white noise.

Cosmic Cataclysm

Humanity is gone. All that remains are their platitudes, endless motivational slogans... and sentient toasters. When aliens arrive to study them, nothing goes according to plan. Worlds wobble, haikus ascend, and chaos becomes enlightenment. High vibes only. Chaos guaranteed.