Who ever told you that literature wasn't scatalogical? The works of Nicholas Morgan make no apology for what they are, and what they are is disgusting. That's not to say that his stories don't have emotional and symbolic value, because they do. But they also allow us to revel in the nastier side of human nature.
Nicholas says: "I am a California native, living in Texas now.
"I have been published in such literary sites as Progress, Bardo Burner, MindHaven, Fiction and Poetry Society, Terminus, the ho!d, Carved in Sand, MindKites, Saga, Tales from the Vault, Beehive, 3am Publishing, The Blue Review, The Sidewalk's End, San Francisco Salvo, Creative Voice, 7th Circle, Driver's Side Airbag, Budget Press, The Adirondack Review, Exquisite Corpse, Anti-Hero Art, Sidewalk's End, Comrades, and Physikgarden." He also runs a message board at jellygun press. You can reach him at JeLLyGuN@aol.com.
Nicholas's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
|a zillion faces in the mirror||Vivo Mutt|
|stories stored||A Fool for the Four-Letter Word|
|Billy the Asshole||the yelp's|
|The dinner party||Requital|
|The Night Last Night||Shut That Thing Off|
|Never Done||Symphony Strain|
|July 1999 - July 2000:|
|Those Nightmares||28 Years in a Thousand Words|
|Inebriated Motions||Pool of Sick|