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Fictoid: one day on his deathbed…


Pruett Carter - on his deathbed cap

“My darling, before I shuffle off this mortal coil, there is something I must confess:  I have been unfaithful to you countless times with prostitutes, the wives of friends, even your own sister.”  “I know, dear.  That’s why I poisoned you.”

joke stolen from the
late great Moms Mabley

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Fictoid: One Day During World War Two…


Are you going to sit all day cap

underlying art by Mead Schaeffer
text (c) Buzz Dixon

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BOO! A Fistful Of Frightening Fictoids For Halloween


Amos Sewell - tricking-trick-or-treaters

Links to some oldies but goodies
(or should that be moldies but ghoulies?)
by yrs trly…

a horror story for believers

non-resurrections guaranteed or double your money back
that’s not really my line
please release me

the infernal triangle

blue night

some pig

Halloween Poem 2013

Halloween 2012

are you my daddy?

art by Amos Sewell

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Fictoid: One Day In The Bowels Of Hell…


one damned thing cap

underlying art by Virgil Finlay

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Fictoid: careful what you wish for


best birthday ever

“Gosh, Mr. Satan, this is my best birthday ever!”

“…and your last.”



text (c) Buzz Dixon

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“The Greatest Dracula Story Ever Written” by Murray Langston



Two nuns, Sister Helen and Sister Mary, are traveling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania when suddenly, a tiny Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses through the windshield.

“Oh my!” shouts Sister Mary. “What shall we do?”

“Turn the windshield wipers on.
That will get rid of the abomination,” says Sister Helen.

Sister Mary switches them on, knocking Dracula about but he clings on and continues hissing at them.

“What shall I do now?” she shouts.

“Switch on the windshield washer.
I filled it up with Holy Water,” says Sister Helen.

Sister Mary turns on the windshield washer. Dracula screams as the water burns his skin but clings on and continues hissing at the nuns.

“What now?” shouts Sister Mary.

“Show him your cross,” says Sister Helen.

“Now you’re talking,” says Sister Mary as she opens the window
and shouts, “Get the @#%& off the car!”

tip o’the paper bag to
Murray “The Unknown Comic” Langston
for this little gem
underlying art by
Tony Masero

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Fictoid: One Day At Castle Frankenstein…


make me woman cap

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Fictoid: One Day In The Strike Zone…


did it hurt cap

“Did it hurt”///

“Did what hurt?”///

“When you fell from heaven”///

“Wait — did you just call me Satan?”///

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Fictoid: the simplest answer is most often correct…


James R Bingham - looks like suicide cap

underlying art by James R. Bingham

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Fictoid: One Day In A Galaxy Not So Far, Far Away…


Walter Baumhofer not the droids1

“These are not the droids you’re looking for.” //

“?!?!?  What the #%@& are you talking about, lady?  
There aren’t any droids in that car!” //

“Wow, that worked better than I thought it would…”

underlying art by Walter Baumhofer


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