Hacker Releases Secret NSA Documents

International black hat hacker, Drop Bear, released this transcript from the Secret NSA Files, dated circa October 2017


“Mr. President.” The young marine in dress blues handed the plainly wrapped package stamped TOP SECRET in red to the man sitting on the other side of the Resolute desk.

President trump weighed it with his hands. “Hmm. It’s gotta be a book. I know it is. It’s the size and shape of one. It’s got to be a book.” President Trump looked from the package to the man standing on the other side of his desk. “Thank you. You may go.”

The marine pivoted to leave.

“Wait. Do you smoke cigars?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Have Madeline get you one of those cigars that Castro sent. You’ve gotta try one. They are great.”

The door closed, leaving Trump alone with the nondescript package. He set it down and stared at it for several long minutes before opening it.

“I knew it.” He picked up the folded piece of paper tucked into the front cover of the paperback.

Mr. President,

One of my agents discovered this hiding in an off shore computer in Australia. We are certain that it has to do with that incident back in the 1980s. Those two were right about a lot of things. My agents suspect that this book holds the key to the future.”

M. Rogers

“Preston and Logan. Great guys. Really great guys. Excellent guys. A bit strange, though.” Trump set the letter down and picked up the book.

He buzzed his secretary. “Hold all of my calls, please.” Then, spent the rest of the afternoon engrossed in the mysterious book he’d received.

“Mr. President, Vice President Pence is on the line.” Madeline’s voice came across the speaker.

Trump picked up the handset. “Mike, I had a vision yesterday that came in the form of book.” He held up the book, MAGA 2020 & Beyond, staring at it while he talked. “We’re going into space. You have to go out and announce it. It’s gotta be you. Madeline has me in meetings all day. It’s gotta be you. You’ll do great. You will. It’ll be great.”

Find out what the NSA and Trump know, pre-order your copy today.


One Page Podcast: War Demons by Russell Newquist

It is through suffering that the soul is purified.

Every soldier brings demons home from war. But when Sergeant Michael Alexander came home to Athens, Georgia from Afghanistan, his war demons started kidnapping local college girls. Things got crazy when Michael tried to stop him.

Then the dragon arrived.


What’s In The Works At Superversive Press

Superversive Press has been hard at work behind the scenes getting ready for a bunch of new releases. If you haven’t been over to our website, go now. Check out what books we’ve already released.

In the last month Tales of the Once and Future King (anthology) and Gravity of the Game by Jon Del Arroz have come out.

MAGA 2020 & Beyond is being released November 8th and is available for pre-order now.

Here is a bit of what you can expect from Superversive Press in the coming months:

Planetary Anthologies

The Planetary Anthologies are a series of themed anthologies, one for each of the planets as well as for Luna and Sol. The first of these, Mercury, is planned for a January release with Venus to follow in February, Mars in March and Earth in April and so forth through the rest of the year.


We have a several novels in the works: a magical girl book, a tale of seven deadly sins, an intriguing tale of persecuted element-wielding children in a world where fallen angels walk the earth, and the next Book of Unexpected Enlightenment. 


Marina Fontaine’s The Product is currently being recorded as an audiobook. Look for it to be out later this year or early next year.


Yes, there will be comics coming. Didn’t expect that did you? Issue 1, Flying Sparks by Jon Del Arroz. You’re not going to want to miss this. Just wow!

Astounding Frontiers

Issue 4 is almost done and should be out soon. There will be more to follow.

Superversive News or something like that

We’re working on putting together a mailing list for our followers to keep abreast of the latest happenings at Superversive Press as well as get insider info on review copies, submission calls, future releases, and more, before everyone else. Sign up now to get on the list, because I know there are a couple of announcements soon that you’re not going to want to miss.


Electile Dysfunction by P.A. Piatt

“What can I help you with today, Juan?” Doctor Venkman asked his supine patient. “Is your IBS acting up? Perhaps your ED has you down?” He smiled inwardly at his clever joke. “Something new?”

Juan Schmuzzi, award-nominated author, raised a chubby arm and pointed. “That.”

Dr. Venkman leaned forward to examine the “that”, a dark-colored cube Juan had placed on Venkman’s desk when he arrived.

“Uh-huh. Yes, uh-huh. Indeed.” Venkman uttered the series of sounds and words in an attempt to appear interested and thoughtful. His client, no stranger to meaningless dialogue, seemed to appreciate the effort. Venkman leaned forward to examine the cube by the dim light of his decorative desk lamp. He preferred to work with the shades open and lights on, but the distraught author insisted.

The cube was about six inches on each edge, black and smooth, with rounded corners. There were no visible


markings or grain pattern, so Venkman guessed it was made of some composite material.

“Quite an object, Juan. What is it?”

“What is it? What is it?” Schmuzzi sat up, and the pitch of his voice rose with him. “It’s a block!” he cried, leaping to his feet. “A writer’s block!”

Venkman leaned closer, turning the block one way and then another with the tip of his pen. “Hmm,” he repeated with each new angle. “Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.”

Schmuzzi paced the carpet between the couch and the solid wood built-in bookshelves Venkman had installed a few years back. Gleaming mahogany, they gave the office a splash of sophistication. All the classics were there: Freud, Jung, Ray, Dix, Robbins, Winfrey. Venkman dreamed of the day his own book–

“Venkman! Did you hear what I said?” demanded Schmuzzi.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Juan. I was pondering the meaning of this cube—”

“It’s not a cube, doctor, it’s a block. A writer’s block.”

“Okay, it’s a writer’s block. Where did it come from, Juan?” While attending a self-improvement seminar several years ago, Venkman learned that successful people used a person’s name frequently in conversation as a means of making the other person feel like the center of attention. Mostly, it was just annoying.

Juan stopped pacing and sat down. “It came by special delivery on Wednesday, November 9th 2016. I remember the day clearly. My friends and I were in our drum circle, passing the talking rock and sharing our feelings, when the doorbell rang. I got dressed and answered the door, and there was a box on my porch with this inside,” he moaned.

“Was there a note or a return address, Juan?” asked Venkman.

“Just a plain brown wrapper with my name and address,” replied a tearful Juan. “I didn’t know what it was at first, but now. Ugh.” He clutched his stomach and fell over on his side. “It makes me sick, Doctor.”

Venkman leaned back, alarmed. Sick? He tried to remember if he actually touched the block, decided he hadn’t. He slipped his pen into the trash can next to his desk and took a surreptitious squeeze of hand sanitizer, just to be sure.

“Don’t worry, it’s not contagious, Doc,” said Schmuzzi, his voice thick with torpor. “Writer’s block is a personal thing, it’s unique to me. You can’t catch mine.”

“I see,” said Venkman. He rocked back in his chair, hands clasped in front of his chin, index fingers forming an inverted “V” with the point resting over his lips. It was a bold, powerful pose that conveyed deep introspection and analysis, and Venkman practiced it every day in front of a mirror at home.

Venkman didn’t want to appear ignorant, but he didn’t understand what the writer’s block represented. After a thoughtful pause, he spoke. “What do you do with this writer’s block, Juan?”

“Do? DO?” Juan’s voice crackled with emotion. “I don’t DO anything. That’s the problem. I’m a writer. The writer’s block prevents me from doing my job!” Schmuzzi started sobbing and Venkman motioned to the stylishly understated tissue box on the table next to the couch. Sleek and black, with faux-gold flowers inlaid along the sides, the box was rumored to have come from the office of Deepak Chopra himself. Venkman wasn’t completely convinced, but he paid the asking price anyway in the off chance the story was true.

“Why don’t you simply throw it away?”

“Ha!” Schmuzzi leaped to his feet again, pacing and rubbing his hands together. “One does not simply “throw away” a writer’s block, Doctor. One must work through it, let it die on the vine and dispose of it.”

The doctor peered at the writer’s block again, but he didn’t see any vines or leaves. Was this writer’s block some sort of vegetable, or a seed pod? Best not to ask, he thought.

“I tried, Doctor. I really did. I put it in the trash, and it reappeared on my kitchen counter. I threw it out the car window, and it showed up on my doorstep. I slipped it in another writer’s promotional materials at a convention in Helsinki, for Pete’s sake, and it beat me home. I can’t get rid of it.”

Venkman stroked his goatee in what he hoped Juan would see as a thoughtful manner. He wasn’t a fan of facial hair, but it gave his face a certain gravitas and hid his most unfortunate trait – a fatally weak chin.

“It’s not like I haven’t been busy,” continued the distraught writer. “There’s my blog, Facebook, Twitter, podcasts, even Gab. Plenty to do. And when I’m not online I’m meeting with friends, collecting pink yarn for my gal-pals to knit hats, keeping up on the latest trends in social injustice and intersectionality. I’ve even been reading back through some of the classics of my genre to see if there’s a novel or two that needs some updating. But writing? No way. I am blocked solid.”

Venkman glanced through Juan’s file lying open on his desk. It was unnecessary, he had the file memorized, but Juan clearly needed a moment to settle down. All this talk about social media just confused him, anyway. Venkman didn’t care for the collective insanity it promoted. He dealt with crazy people for a living. In his off time, he preferred the quiet companionship of a good book and his cat, Sigmund.

His finger traced the list of medications Schmuzzi was currently prescribed. Xanax, Prozac, Risperdal, Viagra, Bentyl. Quite a cocktail, Venkman noted, but all were necessary to keep the writer on an even keel.

“How is your diet, Juan? Are you eating well?”

Schmuzzi slapped his stomach. “Packing on the weight since November, thanks for noticing,” he snarked. He cupped his fatty chest. “I started growing man-boobs, too. Ever since that damn block showed up, all I’ve done is cry and eat. My acne is back, and don’t even get me started on my halitosis.”

Venkman assumed the pose he liked to call “Father”: Sitting up straight, elbows on the desk, hands clasped in front of him. “Time for some fatherly advice,” this position said.

“You need to find out where this block came from, and send it back, Juan,” he offered.

“I know where it came from!” cried the author. “It came from Trump!”

“From Trump?” Venkman was puzzled. “How do you know Trump, Juan?”

Schmuzzi sank back down on the couch and Venkman braced for another crying jag, but it didn’t come.

“I don’t know him, but I know of him, and he’s,” Juan paused, looked around the room suspiciously. “He’s worse than Hitler!” he hissed.

“Hitler? I see. And you think Trump sent you this block, Juan?” Venkman inquired. His hand slipped along the edge of his desk, close to the button hidden underneath.

“Maybe he didn’t send it personally, but he caused it to appear at my house,” claimed the writer. “Since his election, I haven’t been able to write a thing. I’m months behind on my contract, my name is fading from the headlines, and even my fans are starting to read other authors.”

“All because of Trump?” Venkman hated to ask the question, it felt vaguely like entrapment, but it had to be done.

“Yes!” Juan sat up. “Exactly. I’m blocked, my life is in ruins, my ass is getting fat, my face looks look like a pepperoni pizza, and I have the breath of a dragon. All because of Trump!”

Venkman pressed the button and two wall panels slid open without a sound. Uniformed agents stepped in the room and fired tranquilizer darts into the seated author. Juan was unconscious before his face hit the couch, and the agents dragged him out through the panel doors.

“Another one for Nebraska, Doc?” asked the lead agent.

“Yeah, he is,” replied the doctor. “Chronic TDS. A few months in the camp will straighten him out.” Venkman handed Schmuzzi’s file to the agent and watched as the uniformed man disappeared through the wall. The panels slid shut with a “snick” and the office was like it never happened.

“Sorry, Juan,” muttered Venkman. He used his pen to push the soggy tissues Juan left behind into the trash can, then dropped the pen in on top. He picked up the block and examined it. It was quite heavy for it’s size, shiny and smooth. He threw open the shades, flooding the office with brilliant sunlight, and turned the block over and over until he saw it. A faint holographic reflection, deep in the ebony finish.

MAGA 2020

Venkman walked over to his bookshelves and added Juan’s block to the growing pyramid on the top shelf.

The intercom buzzed. “Doctor, your next appointment is here. She has a block.”

Dr. Venkman recommends reading MAGA 2020 & Beyond to cure electile dysfunction. Pre-order your copy today.



MAGA 2020 & Beyond: Our Stories

MAGA 2020 & Beyond is about the future, written by authors with a vision of America made great again.

Read the story behind some of these stories.

MAGA 2020 & Beyond is available for pre-order now on Amazon.



Coming Nov. 8, 2017…Equality
By Monalisa Foster

There is nothing quite like being able to condense an idea—especially a profound one—into a few memorable words or a single line. Some time ago I started collecting memorable quotes, and from time to time, I use them for inspiration, not just for my writing, but for life. READ MORE

Coming Nov. 8, 2017…Dolus Magnus: The Great Hoax
By Monalisa Foster

The first time I heard the term, GIGO, was in my machine language class—no, we weren’t using abaci or slide rules (we’d given those up the year before). READ MORE

Coming Nov. 8 in MAGA 2020 and Beyond: Exile, a Short Story
By Marina Fontaine

When I first heard of a pro-Trump anthology intended to show the bright side of Trump’s election, I was curious about the concept, but had no thought of contributing. For one, stories of a great future are hard to write. There is less conflict in a utopia. Typically, positive future stories tend to be science fiction, with Star Trek being probably the prime example. READ MORE

And now for something completely different
By Daniel Humphreys

I’m starting to figure out that things you say will come back to haunt you when it comes to writing.

Someone asked me once – can’t remember who – “Ever think about doing short stories?”

And I distinctly remember kind of shrugging and having a ‘meh’ reaction. I’m not a big fan of anthologies. I don’t generally read them and I very much prefer long-form fiction when I’m writing.

So why the heck did I write a short story? READ MORE

Dignity, Discernment, and the Importance of Borders
By Christine Chase

I wanted to tell you a bit about my first story. “Auntie’s Magnificent Bricks” was written specifically for the MAGA 2020 anthology. I look a good look at the call for entries and said to myself, “Sure, I can give that a shot!” Here’s what the call for entries said: READ MORE

By Elaine Arias

So, in an earlier post, I mentioned something about a big announcement. Well, this is that big announcement.

I have written a story for this anthology, called MAGA: 2020 and Beyond. Click the title to pre-order the Kindle edition. Right now, it is $4.99. The anthology is obviously pro-Trump, and the stories and essays within are essentially about how things can be better now that Trump is President. The foreword is by Milo Yiannopolous. I am ridiculously excited about that. READ MORE

The Many Faces of Trump – Coming Nov 8th
By Dawn Witzke

When the presidential election was just starting and Trump was in the lead, I was certain that he was a red herring for the Democrats to focus on so that the real candidate could get some momentum before getting attacked.

Then, he won. READ MORE

OUT NOW – Tales of the Once and Future King

It is said that King Arthur will return in Britain’s hour of greatest need.

That time is coming.

Four travelers, searching for the Pendragon, are quickly embroiled in a plot to rescue the beloved of a banished forest lord. And while they concoct their desperate plan a Bard, the new Taliesin, regales them with stories: Tales of Knights, yes, but also tales of robots and vampires, music and monsters, airships and armies – tales to inspire heroism and hope. And when all seems lost, perhaps these tales will be their salvation.

This book is an anthology.
This book is a novel.
This book is a romance
This book is science fiction
This book is a fantasy

This is “Tales of the Once and Future King”



OUT NOW – Gravity of the Game by Jon Del Arroz

Commissioner Hideki Ichiro is planning a field of dreams on the moon. The World Baseball League’s viewership has declined to some of the most alarming levels in the game’s history. To survive, baseball needs to expand to a new market, and the only place to go is out to the stars. There’s one hitch in the plan: playing baseball is impossible without Earth’s gravity.

Can Hideki navigate new technologies, angry owners, and the drive-by media before time runs out for both baseball and his own career?

Explore baseball’s future in the heart-warming novella by multi-award nominated science fiction author Jon Del Arroz!