From the moment he was dropped on his head as a child, Zebulon Cork has wanted to be a writer. He spent years gutting fish for a living, 16 hours a day, in order to achieve his dream: now, though, he’s here, and ready to inflict his nonsensical stories upon the world.
Anyway, this page right here is the home of the Cork Stories. Be sure to check in every Wednesday for a brand-new tale that’s sure to leave you shaking your head and saying “what the hell is that guy smoking?”
I wish I knew. I really do.