Water Rats are neither aquatic nor rats but a species of subcutaneous  parasitic centipede that is the mascot for the Water Rats 1% motor cycle club. They give their host a gaunt, sallow appearance while increasing adrenaline and endorphins and suppressing empathic responses, making the host incredibly strong and sociopathic.  They thrive on a diet heavy in sugar, alcohol, and pharmaceuticals. They can grow to a length of three feet and create ridges underneath the skin that the Water Rats MC members decorate with piercings and tattoos.

The cops cordoned off the area,the lobby of the building was covered in blood and body parts. We hid in the bushes and watched them try to tame the poor ent that went crazy and tore though downtown. They didn’t know what it was that was happening, but two of us had already begun changing to light. It was the end of the word and the world. We rode that giant tree spirit to to edge or the world and knowing, the we joined our ancestors in the sky.

I waited on the platform and could see it in the sky a few clicks away.
The commuter barges were never on time. The main cars always smelled like cabbage and the toilet was always out of order. The tier 2 and 1 seats however were super nice. She had reserved a private suite somewhere on tier 1. She was recently divorced and looked like she stepped out of Disintegration. I hadnt seem her in close to 20 years. A little sadder, a little older, she still smelled like roses.

When i got into publishing the last thing I expected to do was learn a new alphabet that would give me a nose bleed and kill my cat. I suppose if you have to sign your contract in blood they mean something different when they say “We publish dangerous books.”

I have seen the end. It’s all cats.

When you first girlfriend ever suddenly shows up on your door step and asks you to help her hide from the cops, among the first questions you should ask her is why she has a suitcase full of vampire teeth.
#lessonslearnedfromdreams

They were better looking. Their skin was smoother and seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Their teeth were whiter. And sharper And there was a whole lot more of them. They were much better dancers, moving like sharks through a school of fish.
I noticed the first one after Mika’s parents show at The Balcony. He was faster than the rest of the punks and while he danced, it looked like flashes of electricity shot off him. It turned the pit into a lightning storm. There was something about him, he didn’t look real. He looked like one of Stephon’s photographs, hyper real, like he had HiDef make-up on, and was constantly being photoshopped to perfection. All the girls were fixated on him, and then he smiled and blinded the room.

Not long after that night I started seeing them everywhere. Always perfect, Always dancing. At the big mall a dance exhibition was being held, and at least half of them were smiling and flashing. It was intoxicating. Hypnotic.
“He just has so many more teeth.”
This was the last thing my sister said to me before she went off with one of them. When she came back she was perfect, she glistened with electricity, and a sliver membrane slid sideways over her eyes when she blinked.