Laika Pupkino

The Hung Woman of Oz

The Hung Woman of Oz
by Laika Pupkino

The four travelling companions introduced themselves to the giantess, Dorothy and then the others all shaking her large hand. The woman smiled shyly, "I'm Joan Jones."

"That's a peculiar sort of name," said The Tin Woodsman.

Sheepishly, Joan removed the noose from around her neck and said, "To some around here I'm known as The Hung Woman."

Despite her gentle demeanor the Cowardly Lion felt intimidated by the sheer size of her. He stammered, "But whuh-why do they call you a hung woman if you h-haven't hung yourself yet?"

"And shouldn't that be 'hanged woman'?" asked the Scarecrow, scratching his head.

The Silence of the Night

CAUTION: WHILE THIS STORY CONTAINS NO INCEST OR UNDERAGE SEX IT DOES CONTAIN THE THREAT OF THEM. THE THREAT OF RAPE. IT IS A HORROR STORY IN NOT JUST THE STEPHEN KING SENSE BUT EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD, DEALING WITH A GHASTLY TOPIC IN A WAY THAT I HOPE WON'T BE SEEN AS FRIVOLOUS OR EXPLOITATIVE BUT ULIIMATLY REDEMPTIVE + HOPEFUL. AND WHILE THIS DARK KALEIDOSCOPE OF A STORY STOPS SHORT OF ANY GRAPHIC PORTRAYALS OF PHYSICAL ABUSE, IT HAS A DESPICABLE VILLAIN & IS VISCERALLY DISTURBING IN PLACES. IF YOU HAVE CONCERNS ABOUT HOW YOU'D REACT TO READING SUCH A TALE, PLEASE SKIP THIS ONE.

 

Evil doesn't take Christmas off...

The Silence of the Night
by Laika Pupkino

There were worse things that could happen to you on Christmas Eve than to find yourself locked in a tiny closet. And when the perverted monster who had abducted him this afternoon got back from the store, little Mikey Ellsworth was going to find out what those things were.

Alone in the dark he prayed that he might be rescued somehow, calling out to God, to Jesus, his guardian angel, to anyone out there who might hear him, knowing that only a miracle could save him now...

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Q Day

Imagine what it would be like if
anything you wished for instantly came true.
Now just imagine that over six billion other
people were all able to do the same.
That's what happened that crazy
morning on what they're
calling...
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Q DAY

Laika Pupkino ~ 2011

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I woke up. It was January 1st, a little after six in the morning. Whoop de doo, a new year…

SRU: Kobayashi Maru

SRU: KOBAYASHI MARU
by LAIKA PUPKINO
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James T. Kirk, a promising young Starfleet cadet, wanders into a shop called Spells R Us with unexpected-

Well no. Come to think of it the results are just about what you would expect.

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Alchemy and Essence

An old man on a flight up the California coast tells the young stranger sitting beside him about a famous movie villain that had lived next door to him when he was a boy. An actor who was known for playing mad scientists and vampires, but in real life had been a remarkably kind and gentle man. And while his fame hasn’t endured the way Boris Karloff’s has, at the time even movie critics who panned the films he was in admitted that this startlingly ugly man brought a rare sensitivity to the types of roles he specialized in, as if he knew these monsters’ private pain.

Then the teller’s story takes a strange left turn. Claims about the actor’s suicide that---as preposterous as they might sound---would be nice to believe. That rather than drowning himself on that rainy day in March of 1941, Max Grosz had found his way to a second chance at life, and a very different sort of acting career that would win the hearts of a nation...

ALCHEMY AND ESSENCE
Laika Pupkino ~ 2011

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“Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death…”
~~Werner von Braun

One Fine Day in Coconino County

ONE FINE DAY IN COCONINO COUNTY
by Laika Pupkino

 

A dog, a cat, a mouse and a brick.

A fanfic about America's first transgendered comics hero...

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A shifty character leans against a funny looking rock. A trio of pudgy bell-shaped flying saucers sail past in the background, perhaps on their way to some other story. A moment later a stout blue sillhouette carrying a nightstick passes by...

Off The Deep End ~ Part 2

"Good. You're awake," said a girl's voice.

"Huh? Whah?" I burbled groggily at the pretty fish girl I saw hovering in front of me. She looked to be around sixteen and was about the cutest girl I'd ever seen. Definitely the cutest mermaid.

I was still in the beach chair in the seashell castle's courtyard. My legs felt fat and funny and there was something sitting on my chest. She said, "Please don't panic, but in order to save you from drowning we had to-"

Of course when she told me "don't panic" like this it's exactly what I did do, but only for a second. I looked down and saw what was on my chest. It was my chest. Beneath these two beautiful breasts my waist narrowed and then flared out into girlish hips that were covered in pretty jade green scales, which continued down the long sleek shiny tail I now had for legs. I gazed down at it in amazement, wagging it back + forth experimentally. And this stuff floating around my face wasn't some kind of seaweed but my hair, super long and shimmering like gold.

Off The Deep End ~ Part 1

My name is Susan Donnelly, and this is the story of what I did during vacation last summer and what was done to me, and it's all true. I mean you can see how I'm different. The doctors couldn't explain how I could disappear for a week and come back turned into a girl but I can, even if it sounds insane to people. "Trauma induced hallucination" is what Dr. Morris called my story...

Like I am so traumatized! This is what I always wanted. But they're going to believe whatever they believe, and not me apparently. It didn't help that Mom and Dad didn't back me up about most of it, but I can understand how they wouldn't want people to think our whole family is nuts. Because with the time-travelling pirates, the space aliens and everything, it was like reality itself had gone...

Our Lady of Sorrows

Somewhere in Heaven (probably downtown where all the freeways come together, near all the other government agencies...) is an office building about the size of Mount Everest, where angels with great ledger books keep the balance of our sins. When we do or think something bad it is noted in our account summary, and when we go to confession the priest gives us the bill for whatever we declare, and as we do penance our balance is brought back to zero. The Church is nothing if not well-organized.

I knew that the key to ever being able to behold that colossal building---and all the other  monuments, rides & attractions that Heaven has to offer---was in making sure you didn’t die when you were in the red. But certain thoughts and deeds of mine seemed too strange and terrible to ever admit to, so I confessed to invented sins that I hoped would be bad enough to stand in for those shameful wanting-to-be-a-girl ones. It was a pretty nifty little system I had worked out. Until that Sunday when I was twelve, when my whole clever scheme came crashing down around me!

The Abattoir

It was about a month before my 13th birthday. Having come home from work unexpectedly, the Ogre---who was what passed for a masculine role model in my life---had decided to take one final stab at "making a man out of me" before writing me off forever as a hopeless little bitch...

"What the hell you cryin' for? You're a boy, nothing's gonna change that! What's that you're coverin' with your hand, huh? You think putting on a damn dress changes anything? Do you? Answer me, goddamn it!"

I stood there shivering, feeling horribly vulnerable. By now I didn't know what I was, or what would change what. I was sobbing, trying to nod my head yes and shake it no at the same time.