Homunculing at the Club of the Weird and Wonderful

Homunculing at the Club of the Weird and Wonderful

I was at the “Club of the Weird and Wonderful,” a joint where the who’s who of eccentricity came to mingle. The kind of place where you’d see Picasso arm-wrestling with Yoda, or Taylor Swift doing the cha-cha with a sentient cactus. I was...
Madonna and the Homunculus Save the World

Madonna and the Homunculus Save the World

I was browsing through the racks at my favourite charity shop when I heard a strange noise coming from one of the piles of clothes. Curious, I approached the pile and started digging through the items. That’s when I found him: a tiny homunculus, no bigger than a...
Squidward and the Foxmunculus

Squidward and the Foxmunculus

It was a regular Tuesday, or so I thought, as I moseyed into the local bodega for my usual triple-shot, half-soy, no-foam latte. Then, as if the universe had an appointment with the wacky, I saw a tall man in a three-piece suit with a fluffy fox tail poking out the...
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Homonculi

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Homonculi

In the dusty town of Wraithwood’s End, Two homonculi did find a friend, They shuffled cards with hands of clay, And poker nights, their games did play. Their faces blank, their eyes aglow, They hatched their plans in whispers low, In smoke-filled rooms, the...