Earwig: The Chronicles of Monkeytown

By M.R Maze

A young man takes a bad hit of acid and within that chaos is possessed by an entity known as the Earwig Overlord. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.R Maze
• Release date: Mar 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386140221

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EARWIG

BY

M.R MAZE

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

-BROMODRAGONFLY-

Chapter 2

-THE DEAL-

Chapter 3

-STRANGE TIMES-

Chapter 4

-THE QUANTUM CASINO-

Chapter 5

-STANLEY FERN VS THE EARWIG OVERLORD-

Chapter 6

-AFTERMATH-

‘Bromodragonfly’

...B romodragonfly? What’s with the name, I see what seems to be an image of Mario. What’s that got to do with dragons and bromo’s... Whatever that is."

I don’t name em, I just sell em. I have some microdot if you’d prefer; one in blue and one in red.

Which one leads to the rabbit hole?

...

Five bucks for the blue, ten for the blotter.

He didn’t seem to catch the analogy, a real shame considering how well it fits into the context.

If I’m going to do acid, I want acid, if I want ecstasy I’ll go to the club. How’s the feedback?

On what?

Fucking numb this one. Almost disturbs me towards dropping chemicals for colours, suffocating my mind for new reality. Almost want to cut it all out; the scene, the dealers, the morning after when sanity seems so fruitful as result from its departure... Almost, however, isn’t quite there.

The blotter Bev, have you heard any good things or am I working guinea pig here.

You’re the guinea pig. It’s a fresh batch, really fresh.

Honestly, the only worthy trait for a drug dealer to have. It’d be bad business if it were anyone else but me. I hand him ten bucks, borrowed from my roommate in the hopes I would return with essentials such as toilet paper or pasta.

‘Enjoy’ he says with that infamous smile of the pusher, boasting their own victory over another. All a person can do to keep any dignity is to know that you’re the fool.

I make my way home, an hour-long walk to Riverview. Simone lived in a pleasant looking home, owned by his parents whom he had never seen around.

I imagine it would have been half suitable to have my trip there. Simone was all right, and he had a fine-looking girlfriend. The tragic looking type with the impossible presence. However, I was off to what I called home, a stingy basement apartment I shared with a mate owned by his brother. This created an easy-going atmosphere, what with rent n such. All the same, it was no place to bring your favourite lady to.

My walk shortened as I both made distance and pondered to what tonight might bring. What splendours of the mind awaited me, I surely will discover!

TWO

Eight o’clock... Should have known not to rely on him for the measly task of getting some Kraft Dinner.

George lit his multi-coloured plastic bong. Having a temper brewed before a friend even arrives was simply classless. This day in