- Missy Haverthing submitted by Sean
Everything she suspects is true,
everything she knows is suspicious. The angle of the eyebrow to lip,
hand to hip, reflect a subtle malformation of character. (back to top)
- Mr. Quigley the Squirrel
and his Pet Hemorrhoid Mugsy submitted by Amanda
Mr. Quigley is a "born again"
Christian truck driver, who suffers blackout periods during his
frequent relapses due to his penchant for crystal meth, huffing
and alcohol. In addition to being a recovering substance abuser,
he is also plagued by Tourette's Syndrome and a past that includes
a career in the late 80's as an adult film star, a brief marriage to
Tina Yothers, and a graphic sex tape of himself and Vanilla Ice
engaged in a heated "shrimping" incident.
He stood trial in the early 90's for public exposure
during one of his infamous "Shrimp Fests" where he was
erroneously donned "Red Lobster-fest" by the "ever cruel
media". He was convicted and sentenced to five years in
Mississippi State Prison. Ironically, it was in prison where
Mr. Quigley found Jesus, renounced his sins and became "born
again". During his term in the Mississippi State Pen, he
completed a Bachelor's Degree, Magna Cum Laude, in
Philosophy via correspondence with Princeton University.
Upon his release he attempted to find work as a philosopher,
but daunted by the lack of need for philosophical laborers
and unable to publish his manifesto, "I, A Squirrel", he
turned his hand to writing and developing the Christian
Children's show The Good Jolly Gospel Show that
debuted on the Christian United National Television
(C.U.N.T.). His show, which featured Mr. Q, using popsicle
stick people to illustrate such biblical topics as sodomy
and pederasty, was plagued by Mr. Quigley's unintended
obscenities that sprung from his Tourette's Syndrome. His
inability to publicly acknowledge his Tourette's, in
conjunction with his past reputation as a felon, lead to
both the media and public to spurn him and his many talents,
forever ruining his dreams of hosting his own children's
television show.
After this painful, personal fiasco, Q found work as a
truck driver for the prestigious firm "Trucking for Jesus".
But Q was a changed squirrel. He was a bitter, cynical
shadow of himself. Days on the road lead to fits of
depression, constipation and a new friend...Mugsy, the pet
hemorrhoid, something that he is doomed to wander the earth
with forever tethered to him by a leash that came
out of his ass.
Mr. Quigley's current goal is to spread the good word of
Christ in person and by CB radio, despite his Tourette's,
and perhaps make employee of the month.
Mr. Quigley's fixations are people's feet (i.e. Tina
Yothers', Jesus', Vanilla Ice's and every new person he
encounters). (back to top)
- The Former Wanda McGwen submitted by Sylvia
He/She/It travels throughout time and space, appearing to
others as a stranger, either in human or animal form.
His/Her/It's purpose is to extract hidden mysteries,
talents or secrets from others, enabling them to see
themselves in a different way.
Once a human being, Wanda McGwen died at the age of 13
and went to the land where the dead people go. As a regular
person, Wanda loved to play tricks on others and did so
frequently. In the land of the dead people, she was given
the opportunity to play the ultimate trick - to fool with
her own identity. The only catch was that she would have to
use her shape-changing ability to help other people or
animals discover a mystery about themselves that they didn't
previously know. She was not going to be allowed to:
1. Play tricks in her old manner.
2. Reveal her ability (by changing in front of anyone).
OR
3. Relate her story of how she once was a "normal"
human
The consequence so breaking these rules were not
explained to her.
She wasn't told much else, only that she was always being
observed and that she had the ability to travel through time
and space. Wanda's disposition for tricks loved the concept
so much that she forgot to ask some questions, like - Will I
die again? OR Do I have the capacity to change history? OR
Do I have the capacity to interact with myself when I was
Wanda on earth? OR Anything else... She just dove into the
assignment with pleasure and fervor. (back to top)
- Tio Beto submitted by Chris
Tio ("uncle" in Spanish) is the essence of a
kind-hearted, old man who knows deep down that everyone is
completely crazy and that the only things you can depend on
are the chickens that will get you up in the morning and the
Tecate that will put you down at night. He has weathered
skin, large hands for his short stature, a disarming manner
and intoxicating charm. He wears plain clothes and a hat
that is dirty, worn, and molds to his head. He sweats
profusely, even in the shade. He is quick to laugh or impart
some sage advice. (back to top)
- . . . . . submitted by Wendy
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If there is Hell on earth, it's at Penn Station at 8:30
AM, when every extra borough fool needs their sugar and
caffeine fix, yet they can't seem to muster up any
appreciation to go with their $1.35 and groggy sneer. I
quietly scald my hands putting the donut holes in deep fry,
while trying to ignore the impatient stares. I guess the
commuters in numbers are more predictable than the freaks
who wander in after rush hour, trying to amuse me with their
sad stories of subway struggle, shaking their prosthetic
limbs in my face, hoping to elicit some sympathy to go with
their day-old cruller and bitter coffee. (back to top)
- Esmeralda submitted by Trismegista
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She creeps on the empty pilings of her thoughts like they
were hidden secrets waiting to trip her up and make her fall
into the sea. Her memory is mostly scattered with a slight
chance of recall. Plum trees and skunks make her vividly
recall her childhood, but the smell of Polaroid camera
developer only creates a warm fuzzy memory of the night
before.
She is much like a sponge, soaking up the thoughts of
everyone around her. Strangers? faces glow when they walk
past her and sometimes bolts of energy fly out of their
foreheads? and slice at her insides, cutting large gashes
that take days to heal. The only thing that protects her
from such experiences, besides root beer floats and Al Green
records, is standing on vibrating railroad tracks with her
bare feet. This is tricky, knowing that the oncoming train
is the cause of the vibrations, but she hasn?t been crushed
yet.
Sometimes the animals will converse with her
mostly the
birds. She asks them important questions, but only the crows
give her answers, in the form of complicated riddles. Their
riddles keep her puzzled as she gardens her allotted freak
plot, as she is also a farmer of sorts, having been handed
down this bit of thought-land from her odd but gentle
hermit-parents. Her family tree has grown on this plot for
centuries and when she digs into the warm earth, she can
feel her ancestors whispering stories to her. Sometimes they
scold her for being alone all the time. When this happens,
she sits on the big mushroom in her garden and waits for the
Mollusk to come and take her space traveling. He shows her
familiar things and sometimes, when he's in a good mood, he
lets her fly. (back to top)
- Jorge submitted by Seri
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Jorge is one of those executive-type cowboys that wears
their ten-gallon Stetson even inside the Buick. You know the
type. You've probably even seen Jorge represented in the
mass media and popular culture wars, but you didn't know it
was Jorge.
Jorge has been living his adult life as an executive
cowboy equal to J.R. Ewing, but underneath it all, Jorge is
Juana St. James, the once-famous teen porn queen from
Tupelo, whose reruns can still be viewed from time to time
on local cable stations, particularly those serving the
Jersey Shore. Some nights, the draw of Juana is too much to
resist and Jorge must abandon the Stetson for a lycra
mini-dress and white pumps. Needless to say, Jorge remembers
none of the previous night's escapades when he clocks in at
the El Paso Breuners the next morning. Of course, the El
Paso Breuners is the only place in Western Tejas to find a
waterbed, a whippet-modeled lamp, or a wagon-wheel
chandelier. (back to top)
- Sir Softalot submitted by Jeff
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Sir Softalot, the crime-fighting fabric softener sheet,
bounds from dryer to dryer, sniffing out clues in dirty
laundry. Working with a special office of the police
department, our hero tumbles from one crime scene to
another, ever in search of his arch nemesis, "Skid"
Marx.
I'm still figuring out how he was created. Maybe, like
Spiderman, he was doing some sort of forbidden lab research
for Tide when a tragic accident occurred to transform him
into a superhero. (back to top)
- Madison submitted by Johanna
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Madison is a large, puffy baby of ambiguous gender who
knows more than anyone about the Arts and Sciences. Although
the child cannot yet speak adult language, its thoughts are
expressed in the form of pleasant gurgles, burps and facial
contortions. Oftentimes, those keeping company with Madison
experience visceral and biological responses to his/her
thoughts. Because of this, adults cherish the baby's company
and often indulge in long-winded, lopsided conversations in
his/her presence. The child's birth name is often replaced
with myriad nicknames. Common are: "Poopsie-Poopsie", "Baby
Grand", "Doc", "Lil" "Clever Hamster", and "Sugar Head".
For the purpose of our studies, Madison's parents are
adaptable, adopted, or simply not present. All we know of
them is that Madison was conceived during the brighter point
of a highly experimental pharmaceutical binge. (back to top)
- Randy Cheetah submitted by Jason
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Randy Cheetah is a man of the 70's. He is known as both a
master of creating smoky keyboard atmospheres and an expert
at incorporating feathers into any fashion ensemble. Thus,
Randy is a party favorite. Yet, because of Randy's keyboard
talent, many people have tried to nickname him "Smokey". The
name "Smokey" Cheetah seemed very ridiculous to Randy, so he
resisted it. Even today, he is sensitive about it. But Randy
is most notorious for his gifts in the practice of astral
projection. In the astral realm, Randy is privy to much
"special" information, which aids him in his quest to be a
cool guy. (back to top)
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