About the author

Cody Poston

<br><strong>Cody Poston observes real life the way most people watch weather radar—waiting for something strange to pop up and then turning it into a story.</strong><br>Born and raised in Oklahoma, he writes from the wilds just south of Tulsa, where Route 66 nostalgia mixes freely with armadillo crossings, turtle migrations, and the occasional deer launching itself heroically at a Buick.<br>Cody has been writing for over a decade, publishing work in a scattering of quirky anthologies, regional magazines, and online oddities he still swears were legitimate outlets.<br>Today, he twists real-world absurdities into stories that somehow make emotional sense—Dystopocon tales full of glitching realities, bureaucratic monsters, and the quiet, chaotic heart of being human. His books appear everywhere <em>except</em> Amazon, which has, over time, become Cody’s sworn mortal enemy. (It started with a formatting disagreement and ended with a blood feud. These things happen.)<br>He is the author of the <strong>Dystopocon Anthologies</strong>, <strong>The Forever Fair Series</strong>, and a growing collection of sideways speculative stories.<br>Don’t believe me? Fine. Here I’ll prove it. Just a few stories Cody has written:<br><strong>The Emotional Apocalypse of Todd, the Goldfish</strong><br>A burned-out office worker meets her unexpected savior: a goldfish who is also an elder deity, a therapist with a pessimistic outlook on humanity, and the only creature willing to bend reality until she finally says “no.” A cosmic intervention disguised as a desk pet.<br><strong>Performance Review with the Time Eel</strong><br>A bioluminescent, twelve-foot cosmic bureaucrat evaluates you against every version of yourself that has ever existed. For Iris Donnelly—HR compliance officer and unhinged optimist—this is either a spiritual awakening or the world’s worst HR director in the shape of an eel.<br><strong>Chronocon 2025: Coping With Unmanaged Directives</strong><br>A support group for time travelers with poor supervision, emotional baggage, overlapping timelines, weaponized therapy slides, and at least five versions of a man named Harold. No spoilers, no paradoxes, and absolutely no seducing your alternate self.<br><strong>Dirk Donnar: The Last Cop on Jurassic Island</strong><br>One man. One island. Forty-seven species of genetically enhanced nightmare lizards. Dirk Donnar holds the line between chaos and carnage while wrestling invisible raptors, influencer tourism, goat-related emergencies, and a Spinosaurus with a personal vendetta.<br>See? The man is a mess.<br> <br>