Earl Hatsby's Blog

Please help support Trivago Guy by not only reading my Trivago Guy fan fiction, but loving it and sharing it with fellow fans. Perhaps we can show Trivago.com that we prefer the original TG to the admittedly attractive-as-hell female replacement. … Continue reading →

My new horror story, “Gory Details” is up at Animal Literary Magazine. A short horror piece I wrote and submitted quite a while ago. I’d given it up for dead until Animal’s fiction editor got back to me last month and … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf/Cat Hybrid, Part 8: “Escape = Hard” [read part 1!] Peter tried to writhe, tried to squirm. The Frankenstraps straps held tight and firm.  He tried to twist, tried to nudge. The Frankenstraps just wouldn’t budge. He tried to flex, … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf/Cat Hybrid, Part 7 (read part 1!) The next few minutes careened in and out of focus. Wolfcat = shot. Oh hey, it’s fattie George Sprint, rifle perched on shoulder. Blubbering toward Peter. Then it’s Peter bouncing horizontal to … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf/Cat Hybrid, Part 6 [read part 1!] Under the backyard’s wide open sky Señor Wolfcat folded himself into the letter C, gave his crotch a furious snouting. At first he didn’t seem to notice the dirty white … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf/Cat Hybrid, Part 5 [read part 1!] Everything had changed. For Peter, it was no longer a matter of escaping the mountain with all his fingers and toes and organs where they were supposed to be. Turns out the … Continue reading →

I refuse to give up my status as the world’s premiere source of quality Trivago Guy fan fiction, and therefore have decided to proceed with my epic story “Trivago Guy Buys A Belt (Or Does He?),” inspired by the Rolling Stone … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf/Cat Hybrid, Part 4 It seemed a question of how soon Peter wanted to experience pain. If he threw himself sideways away from the window? Wolfcat leaps into the car. If he clenched a fist and decked Wolfcat in … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf-Cat Hybrid, Part 3 Rigid with fear, Peter made his way down the front steps and onto the short walkway. Though he tried to lighten his footsteps, he found he didn’t have the strength to lift his … Continue reading →

Attack of the Wolf/Cat Hybrid (Part 2) Peter woke on the living room rug, blood-soaked globs of paper towel clumped over his midsection like damp Taco Bell garbage. A distinct smell of ash and blood stung his crusty nostrils. He wracked his brain for … Continue reading →