Change ALL CAPS to bold or italics; add more released stories

horrors2.ltx

@@ -126,7 +126,7 @@ and/or blood.  Stay strong, pukers.
 \include{stories/Ghost_Hat.Invisible_}
 \include{stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_}
 \include{stories/LesterGroans.Dream_Hyen}
-%\include{stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac}
+\include{stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac}
 \include{stories/fishguzzler.Untitled}
 %\include{stories/TheElectronicOne.In_the_Mir}
 \include{stories/WhereTheFishLives.The_Horrid}

stories/Akbar.Wicked_Wor.tex

@@ -58,7 +58,7 @@ horrid taskmaster.
 
 
 ``Up and kick and down and step and up and kick
-and{\ldots}REMEMBER TO SMILE!''
+and{\ldots} {\bf remember to smile!}''
 
 
 
@@ -80,9 +80,9 @@ still spewing out of his mouth. Jumping up, he yells out:
 
 
 
-``FREEZE! THIS IS DETECTIVE BAVARIOUS OF THE NYPD! I HAVE A
-BARETTA LOCKED ONTO YOUR HEAD AND I WILL FIRE IF YOU DO NOT
-COMPLY!''
+``{\bf Freeze! This is detective Bavarious of the NYPD! I have a
+Baretta locked onto your head and I will fire if you do not
+comply}!''
 
 
 
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ the man's clothing.
 
 
 
-``WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!'' the detective screams as he
+``{\bf What the hell are you}?!'' the detective screams as he
 discharges the rest of his lethal cargo, again to no avail. The man
 finally slowly begins to turn around, revealing his bloated
 face.

stories/Anal_Surgery.Satanic_Re.tex

@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@ with the wig on, Firth Rockwell was Anastasia Rexenstein.
 
 But then, she pulled the a wig off of Bella-Monica, and I vomited
 again. For Bella-Monica was actually me! Bella-Monica screamed
-harshly ``LISTEN TO ME-'' but I fired my gun at both of them,
+harshly ``{\bf listen to me}---'' but I fired my gun at both of them,
 exploding their faces in a shower of blood, brain matter, skull
 bits, and gristle. I fled upstairs and vomited in the sink. For I
 realized, I had just killed my twin brother. I was the last

stories/Assless_Chaps.The_Mosqui.tex

@@ -54,8 +54,8 @@ beast.
 
 
 Not deterred by this horrendous creature, Bavarious screamed at the
-top of his lungs, ``EVIL-DOER! VILLAIN! YOU DO NOT FRIGHTEN
-ME!'' As he screamed, flecks of spittle mixed with the
+top of his lungs, ``{\bf Evil-doer! Villain! You do not frighten
+me!}'' As he screamed, flecks of spittle mixed with the
 still-running blood from his broken nose, only attracting the giant
 mosquito more.
 

stories/Barometer.L_B___V_H_.tex

@@ -66,32 +66,31 @@ lessen it's nighttime.''
 Bavarious gave the tyke a once-over, and answered ``Izzat
 right{\ldots}well, guess it's a good thing I have this Beretta then,
 huh?'' as he spoke, Luke eased his brown courdory overcoat aside,
-showing off a holstered Beretta 9mm, worn gunslinger style, with
-the butt facing forward. ``I imagine THIS will take care of that old
-DAWG'' he imitated the boys thick accent. He swooned a bit form the
-heat, and sweating copiusly, continued his roll down the street.
-Following at a short distance, the boy followed, shoeless and
-dressed only in blue coveralls, worn form use and neglect. His bare
-feet were covered in sores and wounds garnered from his time
-playing in the dirt and rocks surrounding the little no-name town
-they were in. His eyes were wide, and full of anticipation. He had
-never before seen a man this grossly overweight, and was
-intrigued.
+showing off a holstered Beretta 9mm, worn gunslinger style, with the
+butt facing forward. ``I imagine {\em this} will take care of that old
+{\em dawg}'' he imitated the boys thick accent. He swooned a bit form
+the heat, and sweating copiusly, continued his roll down the street.
+Following at a short distance, the boy followed, shoeless and dressed
+only in blue coveralls, worn form use and neglect. His bare feet were
+covered in sores and wounds garnered from his time playing in the dirt
+and rocks surrounding the little no-name town they were in. His eyes
+were wide, and full of anticipation. He had never before seen a man this
+grossly overweight, and was intrigued.
 
 After a few minutes, Luke felt as if the eyes of Satan himself were
 upon him, so he swung around fiercely, whipping out his sidearm
-``WHO DAT?!'' he cried his good eye searching and looking crazily
+``{\bf who dat}?!'' he cried his good eye searching and looking crazily
 around until it alighted on the small figure in front of him.
 
 The boy jumped from fright, and for a moment he felt as if his his
 heart was going to burst from his chest, spewing crimson blood
-across the dusty sidewalk ``IT'S JUST ME MISTER'' he shouted,
+across the dusty sidewalk ``{\bf it's just me mister}'' he shouted,
 thinking the geezer must be hard of hearing if he had not noticed
-him following by then ``I WANNA HELP, MISTER!''
+him following by then ``{\bf I wanna help, mister!}''
 
-``HELP?'' Shouted Luke, unconsciously imitating the boy and shouting
-back;``I DON'T--'' he suddenly realised he was shouting, and dropped
-his voice seeing that another couple across the street were
+``{\bf Help?}'' Shouted Luke, unconsciously imitating the boy and
+shouting back;``{\bf I don't}---'' he suddenly realised he was shouting,
+and dropped his voice seeing that another couple across the street were
 watching, intently`` I Don't need your help, kid{\ldots}now, buzz
 off{\ldots}get lost{\ldots}scram. Comprende?''
 
@@ -100,19 +99,19 @@ rest of the message was clear enough. ``Fine, you ol' bastard{\ldots}go
 on, get yourself killed, see if I care!'' and with that, he ran
 off.
 
-It took Luke another ten minutes of lurching to gain the front gate
-of the fenced in yard surrounding the mansion. ``Hmmmm, I don't SEE
-any big dog'' He continued to roll his single, jaundiced eye back
-and forth, looking in vain for any sign of a guard dog. Satisfied
-that there was no sign of such a beast, he opened the gate and
-hobbled up the front path to the stairs leading onto the porch. He
-unintentionally farted. Once in front of the massive oak
-double-doors, he swung his eye around for another look. Again,
-there was nothing to challenge him, and as he considered knocking,
-the doors parted of their own accord, affording him access to the
-darkened foyer of the seemingly uninhabited mansion.
+It took Luke another ten minutes of lurching to gain the front gate of
+the fenced in yard surrounding the mansion. ``Hmmmm, I don't {\em see}
+any big dog'' He continued to roll his single, jaundiced eye back and
+forth, looking in vain for any sign of a guard dog. Satisfied that there
+was no sign of such a beast, he opened the gate and hobbled up the front
+path to the stairs leading onto the porch. He unintentionally
+farted. Once in front of the massive oak double-doors, he swung his eye
+around for another look. Again, there was nothing to challenge him, and
+as he considered knocking, the doors parted of their own accord,
+affording him access to the darkened foyer of the seemingly uninhabited
+mansion.
 
-``CREEEEEEEEEAK'' went the doors, and when they were fully apart,
+``{\em Creeeeeeeeeak}'' went the doors, and when they were fully apart,
 L.B. (As his one and only friend called him) took stock of the room
 revealed before his eye.
 
@@ -124,10 +123,10 @@ figured that like all of their ilk, they would be holed up in the
 basement, sleeping their undead sleep in coffins filled with the
 dirt of their original resting places.
 
-He shifted his weight ``God-DAMN it I gotta lose some poundage'' he
-cursed. After a cursory search of the downstairs, he found what
-appeared to be a locked door to the basement, and he put his left
-ear up to it and listened.
+He shifted his weight ``God-{\em damn} it I gotta lose some poundage''
+he cursed. After a cursory search of the downstairs, he found what
+appeared to be a locked door to the basement, and he put his left ear up
+to it and listened.
 
 ``Hmmmmm, sounds like a heart beating{\ldots}that's odd'' He tried the
 door, but as he had surmised; it was locked!
@@ -160,10 +159,10 @@ photobooth picture, enlarged, of the boy{\ldots}with the name ``Ben'' in
 faux spraypaint letters and some other bling he couldn't quite make
 out, before the Angel of Death took him.
 
-``Ma and Pa are gonna be SO PISSED that you killed Blackwood{\ldots}''
-said the boy to the corpse, glancing over to the lifeless dog
-``Maybe ma will raise ya, so they can punish ya!'' again his eyes
-filled with an evil gleam.
+``Ma and Pa are gonna be {\em so pissed} that you killed
+Blackwood{\ldots}'' said the boy to the corpse, glancing over to the
+lifeless dog ``Maybe ma will raise ya, so they can punish ya!'' again
+his eyes filled with an evil gleam.
 
 With that, he gave a shrill laugh, and ran as fast as he could back
 down the stairs, anticipation bubbling forth like boiling coffee. 

stories/Batmanuel.The_Strang.tex

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@
 
 
 
-{\bf FOR MATURE READERS ONLY}
+{\bf For mature readers only}
 
 
 

stories/BatsBjorg.The_Horrid.tex

@@ -27,11 +27,11 @@ he thought. Shit, hell.
 
 
 
-``DAD?'' One more time.
+``{\bf Dad?}'' One more time.
 
 
 
-``GODDAMMIT Luke! What is it now. I toldja gota bed fiteen
+``{\bf Goddammit} Luke! What is it now. I toldja gota bed fiteen
 mints ago!'' Maybe more than halfway through the night's
 Coors.
 
@@ -71,11 +71,11 @@ wouldya?''
 
 
 
-Bartholomew Bavarious ignored his son. Or maybe didn't hear
-him over his own drunken whoops. ``Monshter inna closET!
-Monshter inna closET!'' He sang over and over, in a childish
-rhythm. Luke Bavarious stood, unblinking, unbelieving in the
-doorway. He saw the closet doors rattle slightly.
+Bartholomew Bavarious ignored his son. Or maybe didn't hear him over his
+own drunken whoops. ``Monshter inna clos{\bf et}!  Monshter inna
+clos{\bf et}!'' He sang over and over, in a childish rhythm. Luke
+Bavarious stood, unblinking, unbelieving in the doorway. He saw the
+closet doors rattle slightly.
 
 
 
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@ good idea{\ldots}''
 
 
 
-``NOTTA GUDDEA? Oh fuck you, Luke Bavarious.'' And with
+``{\bf Notta guddea}? Oh fuck you, Luke Bavarious.'' And with
 that, his father threw open the closet doors, completely unprepared
 for the horrid behind them.
 
@@ -144,11 +144,6 @@ kids' shoes anyway, and Luke Bavarious was a man.
 
 
 
-**Quick edit to fix an {\em unintentional} typo** 
-
- 
-
-
 
 
 

stories/Bonaventure.Horrider_R.tex

@@ -106,7 +106,7 @@ more accurately it's a European witchcraft doll because the
 idea of sympathetic magic used through dolls doesn't have
 anything to do with traditional voodoo but was instead an idea from
 European ideas about witchcraft that was conflated with rumors
-about voodoo okay but ANYWAY he takes the doll and he raises it
+about voodoo okay but {\em anyway} he takes the doll and he raises it
 over the deep fryer and then he monologues: ``Haw, haw! Dad,
 you might have saved the world from those dopplegangers but
 I'll teach you to burn my Scream DVDs. Now when I want to
@@ -120,7 +120,7 @@ lesson, dad. Kids should be respected and listened to, because if
 you mess with them, maybe they have a voodoo doll---although
 really it should be called a European witchcraft doll but
 I'll get into that later---and then they'll do
-THIS!'' and he threw the doll into the deep fryer and
+{\bf this}!'' and he threw the doll into the deep fryer and
 uproariously began to cackle softly to himself with a silent
 ``Haw, haw, haw!''
 

stories/Brolita.Mac.tex

@@ -87,10 +87,10 @@ knows.
 
 
 
-My shaking hands curl into shaking fists. Mac. My friend. My
-brother. My killer. I lunge across the bar. ``You ROTTEN MURDERER!''
-I scream at him. I can't think. I can't breathe. My cigarette falls
-out of my mouth.
+My shaking hands curl into shaking fists. Mac. My friend. My brother. My
+killer. I lunge across the bar. ``You {\bf rotten murderer}!''  I scream
+at him. I can't think. I can't breathe. My cigarette falls out of my
+mouth.
 
 
 

stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex

@@ -112,27 +112,25 @@ building. Seeing nothing left the alley.
 
 
 
-From the street the building didn't look like much. He
-couldn't hear the thudding from this far, and the front wall
-didn't seem to be shaking. The front had an old-fashioned
-lighted sign that read ``Larry's RR'' and offered a
-jukebox, soda fountain, and coffee. The front windows were broken
-but had been boarded up by strong looking wood. BLACKOUT ARMISTICE
-was splashed across the left board in black spray-paint. After
-trying and failing to make sense of this felonious abstrusity,
-Bavarious looked up to examine the upper floors of the building.
-Most of the windows were boarded, plenty were broken, through a few
-he saw a spare bookcase or desk but nothing was moving in any of
-them. The longer he contemplated the lofts; he began to notice
-something about the rooms. He couldn't quite focus on it
-immediately, probably thanks to the last of the Jack still
-digesting in his stomach. Suddenly he caught it. In a few of the
-rooms he could see the same orange-tinted light faintly. Every so
-often the light would flicker or go out altogether for a few
-seconds. While this could have been attributed to a bad electrical
-line, Bavarious noticed that in every one of the rooms the light
-responded identically, as if the same bulb was burning out at the
-end of every kitchen socket.
+From the street the building didn't look like much. He couldn't hear the
+thudding from this far, and the front wall didn't seem to be
+shaking. The front had an old-fashioned lighted sign that read ``Larry's
+RR'' and offered a jukebox, soda fountain, and coffee. The front windows
+were broken but had been boarded up by strong looking wood. {\sf
+  BLACKOUT ARMISTICE} was splashed across the left board in black
+spray-paint. After trying and failing to make sense of this felonious
+abstrusity, Bavarious looked up to examine the upper floors of the
+building.  Most of the windows were boarded, plenty were broken, through
+a few he saw a spare bookcase or desk but nothing was moving in any of
+them. The longer he contemplated the lofts; he began to notice something
+about the rooms. He couldn't quite focus on it immediately, probably
+thanks to the last of the Jack still digesting in his stomach. Suddenly
+he caught it. In a few of the rooms he could see the same orange-tinted
+light faintly. Every so often the light would flicker or go out
+altogether for a few seconds. While this could have been attributed to a
+bad electrical line, Bavarious noticed that in every one of the rooms
+the light responded identically, as if the same bulb was burning out at
+the end of every kitchen socket.
 
 
 

stories/CannedMacabre.For_the_Ch.tex

@@ -45,7 +45,7 @@ on the door sound followed by a loud voice:
 
 
 
-``HEY! What I tell you about those friggin skates in my
+``{\bf Hey}! What I tell you about those friggin skates in my
 restaurant?''
 
 I turn to see a smallish kid with a stunned look on his face nearly

stories/Cheesus_Christ.The_Horrid.tex

@@ -10,11 +10,10 @@ Bavarious. I like to masturbate.
 
 
 
-Sure, people had been complaining about weird noises coming from
-the campus restrooms for about a year now, ever since I enrolled
-last spring. Signs were placed on all the bulletin boards and
-restroom entrances: ``RESTROOMS MONITORED BY
-SECURITY.''
+Sure, people had been complaining about weird noises coming from the
+campus restrooms for about a year now, ever since I enrolled last
+spring. Signs were placed on all the bulletin boards and restroom
+entrances: {\sf RESTROOMS MONITORED BY SECURITY}.
 
 
 
@@ -31,7 +30,7 @@ divider.
 
 ``(Sniffle{\ldots} sob)''.
 
-``KEEP IT DOWN!'' I shouted again.
+``{\bf Keep it down}!'' I shouted again.
 
 ``(Sniff){\ldots} beggin' your{\ldots}
 (sob){\ldots}pardon,'' said the legs.
@@ -60,7 +59,7 @@ peered up at my discourteous neighbor.
 
 
 
-``SHUT THE FU-'' and I could say no more. The occupant
+``{\bf Shut the fu---}'' and I could say no more. The occupant
 twisted its convulsing body toward me. First its reverberating
 forearms. Then its jiggling ball sack. Then its penis. If you call
 it a penis. Its texture was horrid. There was an abundance of

stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex

@@ -304,7 +304,7 @@ at its throat. In a heap the deer went down. I could hear it being
 torn apart. I pulled my gun and shouted at the creature, thinking
 it was a mountain lion or coyote. It looked up at me and in the
 light of the moon and I realized what I was looking at. Or, perhaps
-I should say, WHO I was looking at. There, perched on the
+I should say, {\em who} I was looking at. There, perched on the
 disemboweled buck was a young human-like creature in a Boy Scout
 uniform. Blood dripping from fangs that protruded from his mouth,
 he seemed to be sizing me up while also staring at my gun. The

stories/Funk_In_Shoe.I_am___bf_.tex

@@ -312,15 +312,14 @@ So he'd sneak into the RIUS-lot and greet potential buyers
 and just do a hell of a good job at being the very worst salesman
 he could possibly be, to scare them off.
 
-He'd make a show of keeping an open bottle of Jack on his
-person while talking to customers, luridly coming on to any female
-buyers slash wives slash children --- this earned him a couple
-of impressive beatings that had him just look an AWFUL lot like the
-kind of person you would not buy a car from --- he would follow
-the buyer around the RIUS-lot going ``oh heavens no, you
-wouldn't want to buy THAT; two words: DEATH TRAPS'' et
-cetera --- until Not-Dad would finally spot him from inside the
-dealership and coming rushing it, swearing and screaming,
+He'd make a show of keeping an open bottle of Jack on his person while
+talking to customers, luridly coming on to any female buyers slash wives
+slash children --- this earned him a couple of impressive beatings that
+had him just look an AWFUL lot like the kind of person you would not buy
+a car from --- he would follow the buyer around the RIUS-lot going ``oh
+heavens no, you wouldn't want to buy {\em that}; two words: {\em death
+  traps}'' et cetera --- until Not-Dad would finally spot him from
+inside the dealership and coming rushing it, swearing and screaming,
 effectively scaring off pretty much everybody.
 
 Of course, after a week or so, Not-Dad would reciprocate by pulling

stories/KryonikMessiah.The_Ninjas.tex

@@ -15,7 +15,7 @@ a building. The building was tall{\ldots}.too tall.
 
 
 
-`This building is tall{\ldots}.TOO tall', Bavarious
+`This building is tall{\ldots} {\em too} tall', Bavarious
 thought to himself, one hand clutched to a Smith and Wesson .44 in
 his pants and the other holding a beer. Suddenly, out of the corner
 of his eyes, Bavarious saw a flash! As he turned around to

stories/Lynxifer.The_Orches.tex

@@ -142,7 +142,7 @@ twisted and saw a twisted figure of bone and seared flesh holding a
 wireless microphone, wearing the same greasy suit as the
 manager.
 
-``The one, the ONLY. Luke. Bavarious!'' He announced to
+``The one, the {\em only}. Luke. Bavarious!'' He announced to
 the deathly audience.
 
 I raised my gun to his head, and lined up the sights to his head. I

stories/Monkey_Trouble.The_Cave.tex

@@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ here.
 
 
 
-{\em BANG.} A gunshot cut through the air like a knife. I hit the
+{\bf Bang.} A gunshot cut through the air like a knife. I hit the
 deck, rolling behind a pile of rocks and scanning my surroundings
 for my would-be attacker. It was only then that I realised the shot
 had come from my own gun.

stories/O_Tempora__O_Mores_.The_First_.tex

@@ -173,9 +173,9 @@ the room for some clue as to the 'disturbance'
 ``What seems to be the problem?'' I asked, my voice
 taking on the familiar tone of compassion and intrigue.
 
-``Well, some of my regular guest{\ldots}'' there are GUESTS in
-this place let alone regulars? ``say they've been hearin'
-some{\ldots}'' he paused to think of the word.
+``Well, some of my regular guest{\ldots}'' there are {\em guests} in
+this place let alone regulars? ``say they've been hearin' some{\ldots}''
+he paused to think of the word.
 
 ``Sounds?'' I supplied and he nodded.
 

stories/Oatgan.The_Scream.tex

@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@ trench coat though. Luke says no. He continues chasing.
 
 
 
-Luke came to a dead end. DAMMIT! What is that? A sewer? Luke heads
+Luke came to a dead end. {\em Dammit!} What is that? A sewer? Luke heads
 down into the city sewer system. The stench is bad. Like rotting
 meat from last Thursday. He marches onward. Along the way he finds
 spare body limbs. Owner, unknown. He also sees the homeless boy
@@ -78,11 +78,11 @@ too evil.''
 ``You're just a freakin' homeless
 kid.''
 
-Luke pushes the boy down as he sloshes through the filth. The boy
-falls face-first into the sewage. As Luke wades he sees a door at
-the end of the tunnel he took. The door has a sign on it that reads
-THIS IS THE LAIR A MONSTER FAREWELL TO ALL WHOM ENTER. Luke pays no
-heed and barges through. He sees the homeless kid again.
+Luke pushes the boy down as he sloshes through the filth. The boy falls
+face-first into the sewage. As Luke wades he sees a door at the end of
+the tunnel he took. The door has a sign on it that reads {\sc This is
+  the lair a monster farewell to all whom enter}. Luke pays no heed and
+barges through. He sees the homeless kid again.
 
 
 
@@ -111,9 +111,6 @@ The End?
 
 
  
-Writing this was actually quite fun. Thank you, Mr Biddick! 
-
- 
 
 
 

stories/Orgasmo.Make_My_Da.tex

@@ -220,7 +220,7 @@ darkness.
 
 
 
-``MUGLARHGHARGH''
+``{\bf Muglarhghargh}''
 
 
 
@@ -228,7 +228,7 @@ darkness.
 
 
 
-``RHUGLUGLRAH''
+``{\bf Rhugluglrah}''
 
 
 

stories/Pro_Swordbro.Nobodys_Sa.tex

@@ -70,27 +70,25 @@ demon, to avenge these horrible deaths.
 My phone rang. ``Just let it ring Bavarious, whoever it is would
 provide no help''
 
-RING
-
-RING
-
-RING
+{\em Ring} \\
+{\em Ring} \\
+{\em Ring}
 
 I surrendered to it, flipped it open.
 
 
 
-Luke.
+``Luke.''
 
-Yes?
+``Yes?''
 
-I might have something on that knife wielding maniac you are always
-talking about.
+``I might have something on that knife wielding maniac you are always
+talking about.''
 
-What?
+``What?''
 
-Some guy with a crucifix was murmuring to himself near Biddick
-Park, this afternoon.
+``Some guy with a crucifix was murmuring to himself near Biddick
+Park, this afternoon.''
 
 *click*
 

stories/Rummanging.Nebulous_C.tex

@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@ New York accent shrieks in my ear.
 
 ``Bavarious! Thank Christ you rang, something's not
 right, need your help immediately! It's coming for me Luke,
-it's COMIII --- ``. I interrupt him. ``Abe,
+it's {\bf comiii} --- ``. I interrupt him. ``Abe,
 what is this? Where are You?''. I can tell from the tone of
 his voice something isn't right. ``Why didn't you
 phone ME if something's wrong!'' I said.
@@ -99,7 +99,7 @@ Bavarious'' he whimpered, and before I had the time to react,
 to light the rag and tossed the bottle high in the air, shattering
 on the ceiling above him. Shards of glass and licks of flame fell
 down like hell fire onto his crumpled body. The house was wooden,
-and the fire spread like wildfire. ``AAAAABBBBEEEEEEE'' I
+and the fire spread like wildfire. ``{\bf Aaaaabbbbeeeeeee}'' I
 cried, crying for the loss of a friend. I was forced to vacate the
 house as fast as I could, the flames consuming the hut like the
 mouth of Lucifer. Just as I was maybe 20 feet from the hut, it

stories/Scissorfighter.The_Book.tex

@@ -90,13 +90,13 @@ dropped the book in horror.
 
 
 
-``OH MY GOD!'' Timmy screamed. ``The smell{\ldots} it smells of vomit.''
-With this sudden revelation, he knew what was next. The Bavarius
-thing turned around as he knew it would. It stepped up to Timmy,
-its hands raised. As Timmy's dismembered head was flying
-through the air, his last thought was that revenge is morally wrong
-and often hurts the revenger more than the revengee, and it's best
-to take the high road in all conflicts. 
+``{\bf Oh my God!}'' Timmy screamed. ``The smell{\ldots} it smells of
+vomit.''  With this sudden revelation, he knew what was next. The
+Bavarius thing turned around as he knew it would. It stepped up to
+Timmy, its hands raised. As Timmy's dismembered head was flying through
+the air, his last thought was that revenge is morally wrong and often
+hurts the revenger more than the revengee, and it's best to take the
+high road in all conflicts.
 
  
 

stories/Sirocco.The_Monste.tex

@@ -23,12 +23,12 @@ from again.
 
 
 
-I stepped up. I knew if I wasn't careful enough I would fall
-to the hands of the monster. If they were hands. That it had. The
-boy had warned me about this. I had been foolish not to listen. I
-looked around and restlessly put my hand near my Beretta. My TWO
-Berettas. The breeze drifted through the trees and made waves on
-the surface of the lake. My eyes scanned the lake.
+I stepped up. I knew if I wasn't careful enough I would fall to the
+hands of the monster. If they were hands. That it had. The boy had
+warned me about this. I had been foolish not to listen. I looked around
+and restlessly put my hand near my Beretta. My {\em two} Berettas. The
+breeze drifted through the trees and made waves on the surface of the
+lake. My eyes scanned the lake.
 
 
 

stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_.tex

@@ -32,11 +32,10 @@ I have a barrette. I keep it with me in case I've got to put up my
 
 
 
-I'm thinking now. What kind of name is Bavarious? It is the steam,
-the steam from the Fatherland's best beer region? And why Luke?
-Cool hands, warm heart? Or do I walk in the sky, over to
-GRAN-ND-PA's arms, my left leg caught, with my seven-league boots,
-in The Barn?
+I'm thinking now. What kind of name is Bavarious? It is the steam, the
+steam from the Fatherland's best beer region? And why Luke?  Cool hands,
+warm heart? Or do I walk in the sky, over to {\bf Gran-Nd-Pa}'s arms, my
+left leg caught, with my seven-league boots, in The Barn?
 
 
 
@@ -84,7 +83,7 @@ Land.
 
 
 
-{\bf NEXT WEEK, IRAQ, BEN'S P.O.V.}
+\section*{Next Week, Iraq, Ben's Point Of View}
 
 
 

stories/THE_WORST_DOCTOR.The_Snake_.tex

@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@ target.
 
 
 ``Hi,'' she said once I got my drink. The light leaked
-from the neon signs that said ``PARADISE''. I chuckled as
+from the neon signs that said {\sc Paradise}. I chuckled as
 I sipped my cocktail gingerly. How ironic.
 
 ``What can I do you for,'' I asked. I didn't mean

stories/TarDolphinorShark.The_Homele.tex

@@ -5,60 +5,54 @@
 
 
 
-Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind
-of apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed
-ceiling tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three
-weeks since that fatal night and he just couldn't get it out
-of his head. His once normal life was twisted into a tormented and
-nightmareish existence. As he sat cleaning his Beretta, the very
-Beretta he was issued from the precinct, he remembered that fateful
-evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and it sounded as if a
-thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from their pierced
-membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he saw a
-sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
-wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the
-ripped flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke
-grimaced at the homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll
-bet this is the guy the chief told me about, I won't have any
-noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly he exploded into
-action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the homeless man who
-whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose a blood
-curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
-``YOU LET ME BECOME THIS MESS OF A HUMAN!'' the homeless
-man shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
-fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust
-colored life force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered
-across the alley just out of reach. ``Without my Beretta I
-will have to handle this mad man using my bare hands'' Luke
-thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs heaving and arms
-outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his arms around
-the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
-neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over
-the asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between
-Luke's fists which made it harder to grip his now reclaimed
-Beretta. As he steadied his shot, he kept feeling a nagging
-suspicion in the back of his Anger filled mind. He knew this man
-once, but he could not place it. ``No matter.'' Luke
-thought, This man is a burden on society and must be dealt with.
-Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of justice
-falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta fall
-on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
-considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his
-chest lit up with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from
-the only real friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced
-one last time as snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth,
-eyes, and nose like a morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die,
-Luke saw something in his hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the
-item, and noticed it was a picture, a picture of a familiar person.
-LUKE BAVARIOUS, but who was the man in that picture? Luke stared at
-the man, and then the photograph, the pieces finally coming
-together. ``Father'' he thought, as he clutched the
-picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying mouse. If I would
-have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped out of
-the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours.
-``Nobody makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!''
-Luke said as he chambered one last round, and placed it right
-between his rotting father's eyes.
+Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind of
+apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed ceiling
+tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three weeks since that
+fatal night and he just couldn't get it out of his head. His once normal
+life was twisted into a tormented and nightmareish existence. As he sat
+cleaning his Beretta, the very Beretta he was issued from the precinct,
+he remembered that fateful evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and
+it sounded as if a thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from
+their pierced membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he
+saw a sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
+wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the ripped
+flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke grimaced at the
+homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll bet this is the guy the chief
+told me about, I won't have any noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly
+he exploded into action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the
+homeless man who whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose
+a blood curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
+``{\bf You let me become this mess of a human!}'' the homeless man
+shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
+fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust colored life
+force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered across the alley just out of
+reach. ``Without my Beretta I will have to handle this mad man using my
+bare hands'' Luke thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs
+heaving and arms outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his
+arms around the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
+neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over the
+asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between Luke's fists which
+made it harder to grip his now reclaimed Beretta. As he steadied his
+shot, he kept feeling a nagging suspicion in the back of his Anger
+filled mind. He knew this man once, but he could not place it. ``No
+matter.'' Luke thought, This man is a burden on society and must be
+dealt with.  Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of
+justice falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta
+fall on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
+considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his chest lit up
+with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from the only real
+friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced one last time as
+snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth, eyes, and nose like a
+morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die, Luke saw something in his
+hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the item, and noticed it was a
+picture, a picture of a familiar person.  {\em Luke Bavarious}, but who
+was the man in that picture? Luke stared at the man, and then the
+photograph, the pieces finally coming together. ``Father'' he thought,
+as he clutched the picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying
+mouse. If I would have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped
+out of the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours.  ``Nobody
+makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!''  Luke said as he chambered one
+last round, and placed it right between his rotting father's eyes.
 
 e: for title 
  

stories/TheSpiritFox.Untitled.tex

@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@ yard, freshly landed.
 Luke could not believe his good luck, in all his 10 years he'd
 never gotten anything special for himself, and he could understand
 how anyone would be frozen with excitement upon seeing not one, but
-TWO untouched shells to be raided.
+{\em two} untouched shells to be raided.
 
 
 
@@ -143,10 +143,10 @@ dangerous!''
 
 
 
-Luke stared incredulously at his new companion, and shouted back
-``Why are you always trying to take everything away from me? Why
-can't I have one thing, just ONE THING that other people have? If
-I'm so special why am I always left out?!''
+Luke stared incredulously at his new companion, and shouted back ``Why
+are you always trying to take everything away from me? Why can't I have
+one thing, just {\em one thing} that other people have? If I'm so
+special why am I always left out?!''
 
 
 

stories/The_Bananana.Deja_Vu.tex

@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ bleed through the boy's speech. They screamed now. Angry,
 haunting, they pierced through Luke's hands as he covered his
 ears.
 
-``No, NOO!'' he screamed as he began to beat his head
+``No, {\bf noo!}'' he screamed as he began to beat his head
 against the rubble. But it did nothing to lessen the shrieking
 crowd. He had to end it. He saw the pipe, sticking out of the
 foundation. Its jagged end would easily drive through his

stories/Twigand_Berries.The_Sack_o.tex

@@ -299,9 +299,9 @@ I moaned in horror! It was impossible!
 
 
 The bar was still there with the normal amount of weight on either
-end. But between my gripping fists, in the exact center of the bar,
-hung what could only be the {\bf THE SAME PAIR OF BALLS THAT
-PREVIOUSLY HAD BEEN ATTACHED TO THAT OLD MAN!}
+end. But between my gripping fists, in the exact center of the bar, hung
+what could only be the {\em the same pair of balls that previously had
+  been attached to that old man!}
 
 
 

stories/bagrada.The_Earach.tex

@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ friend was taken, I glanced to the stars and felt a shiver run down
 my spine as they seemed to blink in the night sky. A coppery rusty
 scent floated on the stale breeze. I was close. I walked up to the
 old wooden door, with my finger on the trigger, and kicked it open.
-LIGHT. Bright searing light. Red rusty light. Purple smoky light.
+{\bf Light}. Bright searing light. Red rusty light. Purple smoky light.
 Spirally yellow light. Grey and black and white colorless light. I
 didn't hear the broken door clatter to the ground in front of
 me or the vomit that suddenly projected from my throat, just the

stories/henpod.The_Last_C.tex

@@ -75,8 +75,8 @@ spitting blood onto the floor.
 
 ``But I can help mister, I want to help''
 
-``GET OUT'' Bavarious snarled, raising his Berettas to
-scan the darkness.
+``{\bf Get out}'' Bavarious snarled, raising his Berettas to scan the
+darkness.
 
 
 

stories/mboger.Luke_From_.tex

@@ -44,8 +44,8 @@ in{\ldots}''
 
 
 
-I was starting to lose my cool. ``Luke. Bavarious. LUKE! FUCKING!
-BAVARIOUS!''
+I was starting to lose my cool. ``Luke. Bavarious. {\bf Luke! Fucking!
+Bavarious!}''
 
 
 
@@ -137,9 +137,9 @@ prison. The Demon Lord smiles at me and I smile back.
 
 
 
-``YOU HAVE DONE WELL, LUKE BAVARIOUS. NOW THAT I AM FREE, THERE WILL
-BE NO STOPPING ME. I WILL RULE THIS WORLD AND EVERYONE WHO INHABITS
-IT.''
+``{\bf You have done well, Luke Bavarious. Now that I am free, there
+  will be no stopping me. I will rule this world and everyone who
+  inhabits it.}''
 
 
 
@@ -147,10 +147,10 @@ IT.''
 
 
 
-``YOU HAVE SHOWN YOURSELF TO BE A FAITHFUL SERVANT. AS SUCH, YOU
-SHALL BE REWARDED. YOU WILL BE MY RIGHT HAND WHEN I ENSLAVE THIS
-PUNY WORLD. YOU WILL HOLD THE HIGHEST RANK IN MY ARMY. THE RANK OF
-PAYROLL ADMINISTRATOR.''
+``{\bf You have shown yourself to be a faithful servant. As such, you
+  shall be rewarded. You will be my right hand when I enslave this puny
+  world. You will hold the highest rank in my army. The rank of Payroll
+  Administrator.}''
 
 
 

stories/nmg.The_Horrid.tex

@@ -48,8 +48,8 @@ and know how to use it, scum.'' he said.
 
 
 Suddenly he saw movement. A man or what was once a man or woman
-came dashing out from behind Missile Command. ``OUT.. OF..
-CREDITS..!!!'' it screeched in a slow southern drawl. ``No monster,
+came dashing out from behind Missile Command. {\sc OUT\ldots OF\ldots
+CREDITS\ldots{}!} it screeched in a slow southern drawl. ``No monster,
 you're out of life'' said Bavarius as he squeezed the trigger
 rapidly and deliberately.
 

stories/reasonable_form.The_Six_Si.tex

@@ -36,11 +36,11 @@ he didn't notice it again. Now that he was in his mothers room he
 could see he was correct, and he saw her lifeless body scream with
 anguish as it realized its plight.
 
-``THE HORROR!'' he yelped.
+``{\bf The horror!}'' he yelped.
 
 But then he noticed something else{\ldots}
 
-``THE HORROR!'' he yelped as he saw that there was a rectangular
+``{\bf The horror!}'' he yelped as he saw that there was a rectangular
 sized hole in her juggular.
 
 Could it be that the 3 rectangles he had seen were part of
@@ -51,9 +51,10 @@ life energy.
 
 ``Father, why are you so energized?'' Barney gulped.
 
-``BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND UPON IS ARE RECTANGLES!''
-His father, Aragorn, who was named Aragorn after a particular event
-led his father to read Animal Farm, babbled incessantly.
+``{\bf Because I have seen the mountain top and upon is are
+  rectangles!}''  His father, Aragorn, who was named Aragorn after a
+particular event led his father to read Animal Farm, babbled
+incessantly.
 
 ``No it doesn't have to be this way!'' Barney said as Barney pulled
 out his Ferrari branded knife and slashed a triangle into his

stories/rinski.The_Mansio.tex

@@ -27,7 +27,7 @@ smirking.
 
 
 
-THUD! Luke kicked the mansion's heavy wooden doors open. He
+{\em Thud!} Luke kicked the mansion's heavy wooden doors open. He
 was in a large living room, 50 feet wide. All the furniture was
 covered with ghostly white sheets and a chandelier hung ominously
 overhead. There were lit torches on the walls.

stories/rinski.The_Monste.tex

@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@ in terrible danger!''
 
 
 
-SMASH! Another creature erupted into my office. The window
+{\em Smash!} Another creature erupted into my office. The window
 atomized. Glass fragments splashed the floor like razor sharp
 raindrops.
 
@@ -129,10 +129,10 @@ frustration.
 
 
 
-``N-N-NOOOO-O!'' I puked out sobs and some of the coffee
-from before. I shot blindly, managing to kill one last monster. The
-remainder closed on me like a curtain of death. Knowing I was done
-for, I vomited one last time. Then passed out.
+``{\bf N-n-noooo-o!}'' I puked out sobs and some of the coffee from
+before. I shot blindly, managing to kill one last monster. The remainder
+closed on me like a curtain of death. Knowing I was done for, I vomited
+one last time. Then passed out.