Implode the Membrane: Stories from Pulphouse Fiction Magazine: Pulphouse Books
By Dan C. Duval, David H. Hendrickson, Don Webb and
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ulphouse Fiction Magazine specializes in strange and weird and head-shaking stories. But in among the strange stories lurk some really, really strange stories that seem to push limits no one else thought to push.
So, we plucked those stories out and put them in these pages.
Who could pass up the David H. Hendrickson story "The Short Life and Horny Times of a Teenage Mantis"? Or "The Men Without Heads Join a Health Club"?
The ten stories in this unique volume prove that Pulphouse Fiction Magazine does weird to the 10th power.
Includes:
"The Short Life and Horny Times of a Teenage Mantis" David H. Hendrickson
"Pot O' Gold" Dan C. Duval
"Cleanup Crew" Ray Vukcevich
"Big Green Man" Don Webb
"Brick Houses" Annie Reed
"Art of the Homeless" Joe Cron
"Knowledge Blooms" Rob Vagle
"The Cactus, the Coyote, and the Lost Planet Joyride" J. Steven York
"The Last Lonely Day in the Orchard of Lost Travelers" Scott Edelman
"The Men Without Heads Join a Health Club" Robert Jeschonek
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Implode the Membrane - Dan C. Duval
IMPLODE THE MEMBRANE
STORIES FROM PULPHOUSE FICTION MAGAZINE
EDITED BY
DEAN WESLEY SMITH
WMG Publishing, Inc.CONTENTS
Introduction
The Short Life and Horny Times of a Teenage Mantis
David H. Hendrickson
Pot O’ Gold
Dan C. Duval
Cleanup Crew
Ray Vukcevich
Big Green Man
Don Webb
Brick Houses
Annie Reed
Art of the Homeless
Joe Cron
Knowledge Blooms
Rob Vagle
The Cactus, the Coyote, and the Lost Planet Joyride
J. Steven York
The Last Lonely Day in the Orchard of Lost Travelers
Scott Edelman
The Men Without Heads Join a Health Club
Robert Jeschonek
About the Editor
Subscriptions
INTRODUCTION
I have no idea what the title of this collection means. Not one clue. But when we came up with the title, we knew it had to be a collection of really strange stories. Weird stories.
And that is going some for Pulphouse Fiction Magazine. Pretty much every issue is a collection of strange and weird and head-shaking stories. But in among the strange stories are really, really strange stories that seem to push limits I didn’t know could be pushed.
So I plucked those stories out and put them in these pages.
As expected, I have a number of my regular writers in this volume. I just couldn’t pass on the David H. Hendrickson story The Short Life and Horny Times of a Teenage Mantis.
Now that’s a title and a topic that just never would have crossed most writers’ minds. It fits here under the title of this collection, that’s for sure.
And Robert Jeschonek’s story fits as well: The Men Without Heads Join a Health Club.
Okay? Robert makes it work. Honestly.
Actually all of the stories in this volume fit under a title Implode the Membrane even though I have no idea what that title would mean. Some deep symbolic meaning, I am sure. I just thought it was weird.
And Pulphouse Fiction Magazine does weird to the 10 th power.
So I hope you enjoy the stories in this volume as much as I did finding and reading them in the first place.
Dean Wesley Smith
Las Vegas
THE SHORT LIFE AND HORNY TIMES OF A TEENAGE MANTIS
DAVID H. HENDRICKSON
Professional writer David H. Hendrickson has been a writer for many, many years, not only as a fiction writer, but writing thousands of sports articles. He knows writing. And for some reason beyond all human sense, he decided to use that amazing skill to give us a tour inside the horny mind of a praying mantis.
Hubba hubba…really? And even more frightening, this might be one of the most perfect Pulphouse stories I have read in a long time.
Dave’s short fiction has appeared in Best American Mystery Stories, Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Heart’s Kiss, and numerous anthologies, including over a half dozen issues of Fiction River and just about every issue of this magazine so far. Check it all out at www.hendricksonwriter.com.
It’s love at first sight.
Or at least heart-pounding, wing-flapping, propagate-the-species-and-I-mean-now-baby-now animal lust. Insect lust, which even the dumbest primate knows is the best kind, the reason we’re going to swarm over the entire world some day. Cover every last inch with our hard exoskeletons, our three pairs of legs, and our clicking mandibles. More specifically, I’m feeling praying mantis lust, the most supreme and powerful of all lusts.
Green means go, baby.
That’s what I feel the first time I see Raptrix, the hot new praying mantis in our corner of the verdant jungle. I’m hanging on a ripe green stem on the outside of a thick cluster of ferns, head pointed diagonally toward the sky, waiting for my next meal to arrive—a juicy fly, bee, or butterfly perhaps—when I spot her out of the corner of my compound eyes.
She’s fifteen feet away down on the ground below, crouching on a bed of ragged green leaves next to a tangle of tall leafy bushes. She’s hard to make out at first, her luscious green body sadly camouflaged by the leaves and all the other surrounding greenery. High above, the thick, leafy canopy of a tree blocks out the sunlight down here below, cloaking her in a dark shadow most unbefitting a creature of her beauty.
To get a better look, I turn my head around to face her directly, rotating it one hundred and eighty degrees as all mantises can do, yet another example of our supremacy over other insects and certainly over the stiff-necked, soft, foul-smelling primates.
A beauty, she is.
The heavens open as a beam of light breaks through the leafy canopy above and Raptrix is suddenly bathed in the spotlight she deserves. Her head is perfectly triangular, every bit as exquisite as the rounded heads of primates are formless and ugly. It swivels on her long sensuous neck that turns about to survey her surroundings. I can only hope she will see me with those lovely green bulbous compound eyes and their tiny, dark spot at the center. The better to see me with, oh darling. Her mandibles will drop in astonishment and her beaklike snout will quiver with desire.
For me. Though I am small even for a male, little more than half the length of a human’s finger compared to a female’s near full length and broader thorax and abdomen, I am big where it counts.
In my heart.
It beats passionately for Raptrix and Raptrix alone. Is there a finer creature in the universe than her? I gasp at the way her antennae sway sensuously this way and that. It is as if they are beckoning me to come mate with her right now. There will always be food to catch, my love, she seems to say. Come to me. Take me, now. Mount me, you big hunk of mantis!
Hubba hubba.
What if she were to use her wings, the outer set narrow and leathery, the hind ones oh so delicate, to fly to me and let me pour my passion out all over her? Or should I fly to her?
No, it is not yet time. I am not yet ready.
Oh, I am ready, ready, ready! for the mounting. The green stem of a fern I cling to quivers with my passion. But a beauty such as her has many suitors, of which I will be just one. I must think of what I will say, the magic words to capture her heart. Better yet, I will bring her a gift. A fat, juicy fly, the tastiest delicacy in the jungle. If only one will alight nearby, I will pounce on it, seize it, and forgo devouring it myself even though hunger roars inside me. I will bring it to Raptrix and watch her matchless mandibles bite off its head. Some of its juices might drip off her triangular head, but I am sure she will waste little. She will consume the whole thing, and then, filled with gratitude and an irresistible attraction for the hunter who has brought her such a fine treat, she will look more favorably upon me than all others. Though my rivals may be larger than I am, I will be the one who wins her heart.
But alas, no fly, bee, or butterfly alights nearby. I have no gift to bring my beloved. For now, I must only look upon those spiked forelegs with desire. I covet that deliciously plump, rounded abdomen.
I’m a thorax fan, myself. I like ’em hard and bright and shiny green. But Raptrix surely has the plumpest, roundest abdomen I have ever seen. Voluptuous. Oh, the thought of mounting it, feeling its perfect smoothness beneath me, the tips of my tarsus caressing its curves, and then plunging my kusik—
What’re you looking at?
asks a sneering voice beside me, making me almost fall off my perch upon the fern.
It is Manto, my best friend, hanging on a nearby fern stem, a smirk splashed across his mandibles. He begins to laugh, a raspy, coarse laughter that sounds as if he’s rubbing the jagged ridges of his coxa, high on his legs, together.
Nothing,
I say sheepishly, and adjust my position on the ripe green stem where I have been patiently awaiting my prey. It’s best not to move so my own green coloration camouflages me from my next meal, which won’t know I’m there until it’s too late. Movement is my enemy. But Manto has rattled me and besides, my current position has provided me no opportunities. I can only do better elsewhere on the stem. A little closer to the ground, perhaps. In better position to snare my prey.
And closer to Raptrix.
She’s something, isn’t she?
Manto says.
Who?
I ask, flustered. I scurry even closer to the ground.
Who do you think?
Manto asks. He’s larger than I am—though who isn’t?—but he’s certainly no freak, no rival in size for a female. His full length reaches only to the top of a female’s neck, and the breadth of his thorax and abdomen are no match for hers. His greenish hue is the tiniest bit darker than my own, as is the pigmentation in his compound eyes. His mandibles always seem to be set in a mocking angle.
Come on, I’m your best friend,
he says. You can be honest with me. I saw you ogling Raptrix. For a second there, I almost thought you were doing that primate thing. You know, the thing that makes them go blind?
His mandibles chitter in laughter.
I want to fly over to him and bite off his head. Rip it off and devour every last crunchy part. How dare he tarnish my love for Raptrix with so much as the thought of such a foul primate act?
We are praying mantises. Our mating is passionate but pure. We are not chimpanzees or humans. We are a dignified species. Were we not created to rest in a praying posture, as if constantly thanking our Creator that we are not primates? Fouling our language with the disgusting practices of humans and chimps is beneath us. Manto should be ashamed of himself.
But of course I don’t fly to him and bite off his head. I utter no complaint. When you’re the runt of the litter, you’re in no position to command your will.
I will show him, however. When Raptrix submits to my charms—to my love—and I mount that lovely, plump abdomen and inject the seed that will spawn our next generation, I will get the last laugh. It will be my descendants that populate the Earth, not Manto’s or any of the other males who mock me because of my size.
I don’t blame you, Ralphie-boy,
Manto says. I don’t blame you one bit.
Yes, my name is Ralph. A terrible name for a praying mantis, a burden I have borne from birth. According to tradition, the runt of a litter is given a human name. Apologists for this appalling tradition say it exists to make the smallest mantis feel larger, but we all know better. There can be no good being associated with primates. In truth, it is nothing but an additional insult packed on top of the indignity of my lack of size. My name doesn’t make me feel larger; it reminds me, and every other mantis, that I am less than them all.
I am the least of those among me.
Ralph. Ralphie. I spit the name out, and though there is nothing I can do to stop others, I refuse to utter it myself. There is not one human-like thing about me! Yes, I am small, I admit it. But I am not a foul, ugly human, pardon the redundancy.
I’m gonna take a shot at her myself,
Manto says, tearing me harshly away from my self-loathing reveries. She’s one hot number!
The words chill me. Manto, my best friend. With my beloved.
What a sweet, plump abdomen!
he continues. "Whooo-eee! Climb aboard and hold on