Female serial killers are fascinating in part because our society doesn't expect women to unleash their often-justifiable rage in the form of violence, much less to methodically carry out and inflict repeated acts of murder.

Since the hurricane, I've had to work a lot to make up for lost wages. I feel like the man in Woman in the Dunes, trapped in a sandpit, exhausting myself trying to climb out. The people I talk to out there feel the same way. Everyone is working too much and getting nowhere. On that note, here are the results of the extra labor I made for myself but don't get paid for, but can't help doing because I'm compelled and will never stop because because.

According to the caution issued Wednesday, fraudulent operators may be creating imitation Circloid - an accelerated fiscal retirement hyperscaler - and using its name, ticker symbol, branding, and promotional materials in an effort to make unauthorized copycat products which appear connected to the legitimate enterprise-grade inevitability engine.

Daydream Misfit is always on the lookout for journals, literary magazines and contests where authors can submit weird fiction, speculative fiction, flash fiction, and unconventional stories. "Where to Submit Weird" is a regular feature of our blog intended to connect authors with writing markets and encourage short story submission. The information for the following list of contacts is subject to change and should be confirmed through the publications' websites.

First off, we got slammed here in Pensacola by Hurricane Isaias. We didn't personally experience much damage, but many people did. Trees down everywhere, and it's not hard to find huge oaks which crushed houses. And of course, many, many downed power-lines.

It's a bento box which might serve tentacles, burning coals, tiny Barbies, little green peas in cream, and one pierced human lip, each entree confined in a strict, impervious rectangle.

A long time ago, before you were a tickle between the thighs of your great-great-great-great grandfather’s mother, three apes ruled as kings on a long-lost jungle continent.

Portraits of women with secrets, wisdom, and ambition.

Humans and dogs have lived in symbiosis for tens of thousands of years, each adapting to the other’s psychology. But what if that balance tipped fully toward the canine side? What if dogs, with their pack logic and clear hierarchies, became the ruling species — and humans, willingly or not, became their loyal companions?