Anthony D. Herrera

@aherrera.bsky.social

Writer from San Antonio, Tx. My debut novel Aickman: Tales of a Normal Childhood is available now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/h3aCvnK

Dentist said my teeth are haunted. A ghost for every tooth. Mostly dead perverts and Dutchmen. I held a small crucifix under my tongue as he injected holy water into my gums. Won't stop the hauntings but it will keep the ghosts from moving into my brain until we find a priest to make out with me.

Neighbor invented liquid Wi-Fi. Just pour it on your Dell laptop and you can connect to most Scandinavian websites until it dries. I told him how proud I was and he was all, "It's whatever," and then I was all, "Yeah. It's whatever," and then he went back to his wifeless house.

Dentist said my teeth are haunted. A ghost for every tooth. Mostly dead perverts and Dutchmen. I held a small crucifix under my tongue as he injected holy water into my gums. Won't stop the hauntings but it will keep the ghosts from moving into my brain until we find a priest to make out with me.

My dream is simple: Rabies For Men A bolder and classically masculine strain of the rabies virus that's perfect for a real man whether at work or at play. A fine scotch. Leather couches. Rabies For Men.

You ever think about Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy's, kidnapping men off the street and forcing them to dress like Ronald McDonald before he beats them to death with a pipe between the years 1987-1998? Me neither. I mostly think about partying.

You ever think about Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy's, kidnapping men off the street and forcing them to dress like Ronald McDonald before he beats them to death with a pipe between the years 1987-1998? Me neither. I mostly think about partying.

The HOA sent the Faceless Men to measure our lawn. Their tools of measurement have no markings which is fine because they have no eyes. They giggled, though we know not how, signifying code compliance and The Ice Cream man collected them. His truck played Fuck The Pain Away by Peaches. Great song.

The HOA sent the Faceless Men to measure our lawn. Their tools of measurement have no markings which is fine because they have no eyes. They giggled, though we know not how, signifying code compliance and The Ice Cream man collected them. His truck played Fuck The Pain Away by Peaches. Great song.

Neighborhood teens are arranging themselves to look like a normal KFC so that when somebody walks in they rearrange themselves into the shape of a giant canon and shoot the victim into a nearby river. They call it sport morphing and it's coming to your town.

Donny is a crab with a small man for a face. Even though his face may seem to have a mind of its own and say things like, "My name is Michael, please help me. Everyday under the waves I drown and yet I live," these are not Donny's views and Donny would like to be treated like any other crab.

My little cousin told me Sailor Moon’s cat smokes weed and I got so upset that I told him to take it back and he wouldn’t and now I’m crying in a ditch and I don’t remember where my house is.