Pauly Hart

Four Inch Slump

Four Inch Slump

Four Inch Slump By Pauly Hart Leap Day, 2024Recently, I’ve been writing The Unexpected Cosmology two stories per month. It's quite the thrill, setting out on a new adventure the first and 15th of each month for another mindbender. I think I’ve been willingly led into...

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Blood Tar

Blood Tar

Blood Tar   by Pauly Hart   Saturday, Janteenth, 2024            “Happy Janteenth!” Madison said to the bus-driver, who was black. She said it to all her black friends. Though in reality none of her friends were black, She knew black people, though, and she...

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The [Loading] Screen

The [Loading] Screen

The [Loading] Screen   by Pauly Hart   With Editing assistance by Kim Gillham, Rebecca Gould, and Jennifer Hart 28th  December, 2023It was only a matter of time until I sank into the lake of shit. I was in the upper pad, away from the main staging area, far...

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Hero Omelets

Hero Omelets

The first part - It was 3:15 in the morning on a muggy Thursday. The Village Inn on Yale in Tulsa, Oklahoma had four customers. None of them were drunk, normal, or fictitious. The coffee was hot and the omelets were delicious. No one was talking, they were all focused...

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The Seventh Pope

The Seventh Pope

ON any given day, I never really know what I'll wake up to, either in my mailbox or the News. I suppose the same could be said of everyone except for the fact that we're dealing with the latest Pauly Hart story. Today is one such occassion. Pauly Hart is a longtime...

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Just Another Lick

Just Another Lick

Elizabeth was six years old. She liked all sorts of things but she really, really liked ice cream. Rainbow flavored is the best. It really doesn’t taste like rainbows though. She wondered how a rainbow really did taste. She loved dogs too, but thought that rainbow...

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Prion Conspiracy

Prion Conspiracy

Jennifer, my wife had just begun dating me. This was way back, if you don't know me well enough by now. Yeah, I've been married twelve years now, but we first met fourteen years ago. We met at AT&T, we were both IPhone techs. So yeah, for some weird reason we were...

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Dipping the Green

Dipping the Green

I guess you can call it “dipping.” At least that’s what Master Song Lu calls it. “Dipping.” One's ability to go down unseen into the subconscious mind of the universe and “see” what goes on underneath. While others talk of the supernatural as if it were something...

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Baptism Story

Baptism Story

It was early and Jennifer and I were just kind of looking around the house. I had most stuff ready in their spot to be packed, but I hadn't packed it yet. That is, I mean, I was going to, I was just delaying. I don't know what for. Maybe answering emails and texts and...

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The End of Summer Camp

The End of Summer Camp

You really shouldn’t be reading this absurd story, cause I think I should be locked away, but the more I ask people to lock me away, the more medication they give me and tell me to stay at home. Anyway, in case you are reading this at all, I’ll tell you all about this...

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Shamsiel

Shamsiel

Shamsiel  One   Shamsiel's large shoulders were not tired, but they would have been, if he had been a human. The bright blue angel had nothing else to do but to watch and think. There was no exertion, no weariness when it came to the beings in his realm. They did not...

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Nibblers

Nibblers

I love writing fiction. As much as possible I try to let my gift flourish in my off times and times I set aside specifically for writing. And it always seems like I’m writing about things that could, or should already be put into a movie, or at least a TV show like...

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Older Twins

Older Twins

  Maybe I would just call it "Snickerdoodle Vomit". A light brown, sure—but I hadn't seen this exact color in such a large area before. I supposed that I've seen most colors, but when you define them down to a single number, it was somehow satisfying. I didn't...

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Supply and Remand

Supply and Remand

Preface   Around 1994 I began writing a series of ten books called: “Worlds Without End” and they were going to be just the thing to put me on the map. I had poured hours and months and years into a make-believe modified pinwheel galaxy eons from earth, far out...

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Moth Clan

Moth Clan

The only time he saw the moth clan was in the night. It was always in the same room, a cottage style bedroom with only a small orange molded chair and a student’s desk against the wall. The walls were lime green on two sides and it was upstairs. He knew it was...

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How Much Did Your Truth Cost?

How Much Did Your Truth Cost?

I had just gotten Toasty and Gondor some grass from outside; they hadn’t liked their new diet at all. It was healthier, but my boys just wanted to eat the junk cat food I found at the dollar store, instead of the healthier food that cost a little more. Silly cats...

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The Night Eyed

The Night Eyed

And so there I was, writing this story just after watching some videos of survival in the mountains and it occurred to me to involve cryptids. I guess, after writing my first novel: By the Gates of the Garden of Eden, it shouldn’t come as a shock to me that I wanted...

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Ouesso to Epena

Ouesso to Epena

My first novel, By the Gates of the Garden of Eden, is a story about a University student who hitchhikes the last part of his summer vacation. He is kidnapped by large beings who turn out to be Krampus, and is forced to work in their mines, digging tunnels. Chaucer...

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Blood of the Pecos

Blood of the Pecos

It was ten thirty at night and things were pretty still at the Casey’s gas station in Brookston, Indiana. Jordan had gone to the men’s bathroom to clean up urine. Someone had peed in the corner instead of in the toilet. Gross, she sang. Super gross, she sang and...

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A Problem of Coffins

A Problem of Coffins

When the editor of my newest short story collection read “A Problem of Coffins” he remarked it was by far the most enjoyable thing that he had read that I had written. It came as quite a shock to me, because I never intended for it to be any good. It was simply an...

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The Last Five Minutes

The Last Five Minutes

This is a dream that I had during one sweaty night in July, 2002. The creation of this dream stemmed from a lot of prayer time on the carpet of my local church. I had deeply desired God to speak to me about my life and the disaster that it had become. I wasn’t...

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