If it kept coming down, we were sure to drown in it.

Each of us could see what we needed to do individually and as a group to stop it, but few were willing to sacrifice in their personal lives, occupations and politics to make the change.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

The collection consists of ten collaborations and six solo efforts. It includes stories that are constructed in a more traditional manner as well as ones created through the use of a surreal writing game I call Bone-Grubber’s Gamble. They are surreal and dreadful tales of the oddest sort with characters living and dead, biological and mechanical, superhuman and god-like. It is, I believe, a charming companion for lovers of the bizarre and another small statement for the preservation of the grotesque.

My collaborators include writers Jeremy Robert Johnson, Bruce Holland Rogers and Eric Witchey and visual artists-turned-writers Mark Roland and Jill Bauman.

Here are links to information about BizarroCon and Eraserhead Press.

Alan M. Clark
Eugene, Oregon

She was proud to be part of the perfume ad while it was glamorous and beautiful, but with the decline of the neighborhood the advertising space lost its value and the beautiful people who admired her moved away.

Now that her location provided just enough cover to be a convenient spot for the homeless to urinate, she wanted out.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

Although disaster followed in its wake, people fought for the few seats available on the damned thing.

Those who rode away on it were never seen again and were promptly forgotten.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

With the fall of the great god Calculus, math, the bedrock of science, crumbled and there was no longer any means of testing our understanding.

Both a blessing and curse, anything was now possible.

Artwork—”The Fall of Calculus” a collaboration between Jill Bauman and Alan M. Clark

Text—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

Did he have the courage to save his family?

Knowing he had little time left, he flipped through to the last few pages to get a look at the end.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

Deep Sea Creatures Make Daring Rescue, Suffering Ruptures to Save One of Their Own.

Having developed gas, Crabnee Stalpinoster rose to the surface and was drowning in the open air, his bodily tissues rupturing as expanded gasses tore his cells apart, but rescuers in the experimental vessel, Grostilok, tossed him a rock that dragged him back down to the depths where he was rushed to hospital and treated along with his rescuers. All are expected to make a full recovery.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

This piece of art was produced by Darryl Elliot, Alan M. Clark and Mark Poole while at DragonCon at some point in the 1990s.

There had been so much shame and failure in his life that he came to disrespect and distrust his own mind.

Did he represent himself honestly to others or were his motivations hidden even from himself?

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

Somehow Hypnozoid had emerged into the real world from 1950’s black and white Science Fiction.

His plot for world domination through mind-control was ultimately thwarted when those assailed by his superior intelligence merely laughed at his dated appearance.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon

It had taken Alister years to train them and now they consistently turned out paintings worth millions.

Too bad no one was buying any of them.

—Alan M. Clark

Eugene, Oregon