By Michael John Katsillis
A night with no Moon, stars nor clouds. This was the night when Marcus wanted to go out into the forest. He never believed in the stories. Myths he’d call them. “Come on Marie! It’s the perfect night for an adventure!” he yelled back at me as he ran deeper and deeper into the forest.
No light shone through canopy, only what my lantern illuminated was visible to me. That and Marcus’, who’s lantern could be seen getting smaller and smaller as he trekked further into the darkness. 

And then nothing.

I called out to him in false hope, but knowing Marcus, this could be an elaborate prank.
As the thought crossed my mind, the gentle chirping of the forest’s grasshopper population came to an abrupt stop. No owls cooed, nothing. Utter silence. A sharp, guttural scream came from the direction Marcus’ lantern’s light disappeared to.
My chest tightened as i turned and ran. Unsure footing and the clanking of my lantern did not help my hastened exodus of the forest. The opening in which we had entered was in my sight. I took a deep breath and stopped.
Where silence had surrounded me, now the deep flapping of leathery wings. The tree above me shook as it landed on a branch.
All four of it’s hands were stained blood red. An abomination of dark purple and orange hue perched before me, it’s golden eyes were fixed on me. It hurt to look at it directly. My vision blurred as the lantern fell from my hands. I murmured prays amidst the crying, remembering the tale of the Bette Noir and fell to my knees.

“The perfect night for an adventure”

By Michael John Katsillis

A night with no Moon, stars nor clouds. This was the night when Marcus wanted to go out into the forest. He never believed in the stories. Myths he’d call them. “Come on Marie! It’s the perfect night for an adventure!” he yelled back at me as he ran deeper and deeper into the forest.

No light shone through canopy, only what my lantern illuminated was visible to me. That and Marcus’, who’s lantern could be seen getting smaller and smaller as he trekked further into the darkness. 

And then nothing.

I called out to him in false hope, but knowing Marcus, this could be an elaborate prank.

As the thought crossed my mind, the gentle chirping of the forest’s grasshopper population came to an abrupt stop. No owls cooed, nothing. Utter silence. A sharp, guttural scream came from the direction Marcus’ lantern’s light disappeared to.

My chest tightened as i turned and ran. Unsure footing and the clanking of my lantern did not help my hastened exodus of the forest. The opening in which we had entered was in my sight. I took a deep breath and stopped.

Where silence had surrounded me, now the deep flapping of leathery wings. The tree above me shook as it landed on a branch.

All four of it’s hands were stained blood red. An abomination of dark purple and orange hue perched before me, it’s golden eyes were fixed on me. It hurt to look at it directly. My vision blurred as the lantern fell from my hands. I murmured prays amidst the crying, remembering the tale of the Bette Noir and fell to my knees.

“The perfect night for an adventure”

SPOOCTOBER HAS STARTED AT DELIVERY PIG COMICS!CHECK HERE OR AT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE FOR THE SPOOKIEST OF SPOOKIES!

SPOOCTOBER HAS STARTED AT DELIVERY PIG COMICS!

CHECK HERE OR AT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE FOR THE SPOOKIEST OF SPOOKIES!

From Wednesday October 1st Delivery Pig Comics begins it’s annual SPOOCTOBER celebration!Everyday of October we will be offering up to you, the readers, The spookiest of arts, the creepiest of Comics and the skin crawliest of…um, things, coming to fruition on Halloween, October 31st.SO TUNE IN FOR SPOOCTOBER AND GET READY 4 A SPOOKOTHON LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BE4!Only here, at Delivery Pig Comics.

From Wednesday October 1st Delivery Pig Comics begins it’s annual SPOOCTOBER celebration!
Everyday of October we will be offering up to you, the readers, The spookiest of arts, the creepiest of Comics and the skin crawliest of…um, things, coming to fruition on Halloween, October 31st.

SO TUNE IN FOR SPOOCTOBER AND GET READY 4 A SPOOKOTHON LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BE4!

Only here, at Delivery Pig Comics.

Talkin’ bout my Transportation


By Thane Katsillis

A short from Delivery Pig Comics Presents A Bunch Of Bomb Ass Stories #2

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C’MONGET BIGLine Art: George SoulisColor Art: Thane Katsillis

C’MON

GET BIG

Line Art: George Soulis

Color Art: Thane Katsillis

Scream louder

Scream louder

"Spread the word" the Emperor bellowed."i have made bears."

"Spread the word" the Emperor bellowed.

"i have made bears."

Smiling and bad haircuts must mix if humanity is to survive.Follow and like us at Delivery Pig Comics’ Facebook page for amazing stuff and the cure for the common cold.

Smiling and bad haircuts must mix if humanity is to survive.

Follow and like us at Delivery Pig Comics’ Facebook page for amazing stuff and the cure for the common cold.

Miguel knew then, that the treats were his. ALL OF THE TREATS.

Miguel knew then, that the treats were his. ALL OF THE TREATS.

Jeremy, The Curious Chameleon discovers space.

Jeremy, The Curious Chameleon discovers space.