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Short Stories,Tall Tales, and Excerpts of Stuff - written and read by Matt Herzberg
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Distinct Poplar features web fiction by Matt Herzberg. Short stories and ongoing series. Noir, Fantasy, Satire, Geek Comedy.

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Distinct Poplar is a series of short stories and tall tales in a world of modern storybook fantasy.
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Some people say you can hear stuff comin’ out of the pipes. It happens in older apartment buildings, and it’s not an issue with the plumbing (that is it’s own separate problem). Apartment dwellers swear by it, but lets face facts, apartment dwellers swear by a lot of things. Sinking floors, shifting walls, lights that turn themselves off, and crawl spaces that seemingly go nowhere. 

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Some people say you can hear stuff comin’ out of the pipes. It happens in older apartment buildings, and it’s not an issue with the plumbing (that is it’s own separate problem). Apartment dwellers swear by it, but lets face facts, apartment dwellers swear by a lot of things. Sinking floors, shifting walls, lights that turn themselves off, and crawl spaces that seemingly go nowhere. 
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It’s the sound that smelly older revolver makes, when the officer pulls the trigger. Thats when the hammer come down, the thunder becomes sound, and the night air come filled with smoke and fire. The man who shoots that thing, wipes the drool from his lips with the back of his hand. To his left, the old man spits and curses and clutches at his gut, like a demon. To his right the young man grabs up his crotch with one of his mitts, wh...
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Then for a moment, I realized the exit was clear right behind me, the way free and unfettered. All that I had to do was walk backwards slowly and carefully. Except for one small expanding problem, I was choking again! My throat was on the verge of being buckled open from within, my unsightly back had become my bane and was sealing off the air as It wiggled it’s way back up from whence I had swallowed it.   #fiction  
Then for a moment, I realized the exit was clear right behind me, the way free and unfettered. All that I had to do was walk backwards slowly and carefully. Except for one small expanding problem, I was choking again! My throat was on the verge of being buckled open from within, my unsightly back had become my bane and was sealing off the air as It wiggled it’s way back up from whence I had swallowed it.  I stumbled around the room c...
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Mounds of flesh! Just like my very unsightly back but different still and suspended in place yet very much alive! How did I know this? I don’t know exactly, but I knew it for certain! The mounds of flesh were alive and they were conscious, and they were hurt and in pain and they were scared. Just like my own unsightly back...just like me! It was like I could feel them being afraid, like an emanation or a wave that started like a droplet...
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It was MY very unsightly back! Well...what was left of it I guess. The part she had removed from me, where the stitches were beginning to sting as the drugs were beginning to ware off. My fingers absently felt under my slightly unbuttoned shirt, making their way to the ice cold flesh and thread that bound my skin back together in place. It was if I could feel the absence of it, the phantom pang of something missing, and that something was a blob of flesh like unformed pink clay or un-kneaded dough, and it languished at the bottom of an earthen bowl on that bottlecap table. Oh, and it was alive too!
It was MY very unsightly back! Well...what was left of it I guess. The part she had removed from me, where the stitches were beginning to sting as the drugs were beginning to ware off. My fingers absently felt under my slightly unbuttoned shirt, making their way to the ice cold flesh and thread that bound my skin back together in place. It was if I could feel the absence of it, the phantom pang of something missing, and that something...
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On her face, a wicked smile grew, at first just the spindle of a tongue the color of red velvet. It ran across large, spreading, smiling lip tips from corner to corner and back again. Then her flesh began to warm in the folds of her cheeks, its color grew more wholesome and flush from its usual unhealthy white, as if it had been blanched ; from the large lights of her apartment. Now It changed right before my eyes! Orange and yellow, ...
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This modern fairytale tells the story of a city neighborhood called Almer’s Way and the strange sickness that has claimed half of it’s residents. Arriving in the form of a noxious cloud that envelopes the neighborhood, the people of Almer’s Way find themselves cut off from the rest of the city—with no way out. The only solution to these events seems to be a mute vagabond and the boy who heralds his unique story. They call him, That Homeless and his role to play starts with a haunted house, a monster, and a strange curse. Find out what happens in this short story of dark storybook fantasy and the magical modern marvel that is the city of Distinct Poplar. #YA #youngadult #teenfiction  
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NEW #story  up! Buggskugg, a dirty neighborhood boy who eats bugs is about to find the adventure of his life! #fiction   #drawing  
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In one complete final effort, I bit down upon that which had been a part of me once, my own flesh which trusted itself into my care and protection. It quivered in fear as it was pulled down into my throat, with my tongue acting like a lever to push as I tilted back my head. In one final gulp it was done and I held open my mouth to show the swarm of creatures and their mistress. “NO!” The song ended when she saw what I had done, the s...
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The very first thing that this creature did, was lazily walk out from it’s nest on top of Keenie’s head. There it stopped for a second, standing over her nose and it’s head over her mouth. It raised it’s hind leg, squatted, and drowsily jettisoned it’s waste. Right on to her cheek, right there on her face, just under her eye, a small pile of messy, dripping, globby feces. It had shit! It had shit right on her to face!
The very first thing that this creature did, was lazily walk out from it’s nest on top of Keenie’s head. There it stopped for a second, standing over her nose and it’s head over her mouth. It raised it’s hind leg, squatted, and drowsily jettisoned it’s waste. Right on to her cheek, right there on her face, just under her eye, a small pile of messy, dripping, globby feces. It had shit! It had shit right on her to face! Keenie wiped it...
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When I woke, my body felt weak and my head heavy. I was sitting in a bedroom covered completely under a pile of coats and old shredded newspaper. I was lapping a puddle of my own drool, the sheets of the bed and sleeves of worn clothing were stuck to my face, but from what and how come? My hands came back with sticky globs of goo that I all but peeled away. Sticky and turgid like old gummy candies left out in the sun by spoiled children. I couldn't get the stuff free of my fingers no matter how hard I shook my hands and fingers. Finally I would wipe them clean, where ever and however I could, but it was dark in the room and I fumbled around a bit, a mystery of what it was I would be touching. Then it occurred to me, that I was no longer in pain. Instead the squirming feeling of agony from my lower back was replaced by a simple warm sensation that emanated from my lower back and down into my buttocks and legs.
When I woke, my body felt weak and my head heavy. I was sitting in a bedroom covered completely under a pile of coats and old shredded newspaper. I was lapping a puddle of my own drool, the sheets of the bed and sleeves of worn clothing were stuck to my face, but from what and how come? My hands came back with sticky globs of goo that I all but peeled away. Sticky and turgid like old gummy candies left out in the sun by spoiled childr...
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