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For those of you who have been long time Pulp Metal & online crime/horror addicts, Richard Godwin will need absolutely no introduction. His short stories are filled with suspense, humour, grotesque violence &a superlative sense of eloquence. His series for PMM, Pony Trip & his Mustard Man one-offs, have drawn praise from all quarters.
& now he’s written a novel.
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By Richard Godwin
Joshua drew them to their gestation and summoned the night from an open coffin.
He told Emmanuel he was Moses and sent him the sign and showed him the doorway through which they would travel.
The sandy shores promised paradise. As the waves pressed the dingy closer, the men drew silent. Palms stretched over the beach and waved like welcoming hands. Shells glittered the sand like jewels. Dreamy. The slap of waves drew the longboat onshore, and the men jumped out, one hand on their weapons.
Some days, it doesn’t pay to even open your eyes, you know? I was sitting, minding my own in Josie’s, having two over, a slice of wheat, coffee, and a slice of Josie’s famous key lime, and working out the kinks of what was supposed to be my last score in Jewelsburg. I planned to hit the End of the Line Service Station; the one by the highway on-ramp. Not a big haul, Continue reading Mistaken by J. F. Juzwik
“Can you really help me get rid of my fat?” Jenna asked, watching the black, worm-like thing floating in the jar. She leaned over the kitchen island and tapped a pink, manicured fingernail against the jar’s glass, but the creature didn’t move.
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Who knew that the crazy homeless guy was right all along? Sitting at his kitchen table, fashioning a hat liner from aluminum foil, Jack thought back to his days in the late ’90s as a newspaper reporter. It was a small satellite office for a larger newspaper, housed in a converted convenience store. The homeless guys in the neighborhood had been so used to returning the college kids’ beer cans for change that the alteration didn’t deter them. Instead of seeking money, they Continue reading Demon, Him by John Kenyon
“You can’t fuck a mermaid,” Tobias said.
“So?” Conor asked. “You don’t even think about fucking when you’re nine.”
I looked up when the waitress came back with a third pitcher of beer.
Continue reading A Fairytale Girl For Every Budding Boy by Rebecca Jones-Howe
This is why I like night: they can’t see your face unless you want them to see your face. I don’t like people to see my face. See this–this cleft in my lip right here? Took a hammer to the mouth a few years ago. See any teeth, do you? No, because they ain’t there. Except the two that are all side-like. That’s why they call me Jack-O-Lantern Man. If you’ve seen my face lit up in an alley, you know why.
I remember the first case I worked on my own.
Janice Stein was a mess. She looked about ten years older than she was. Her graying hair was tangled in a bun and she wore a pastel pink pajama top with a pair of holy blue jeans. Her yellow finger tips clung hard onto a cigarette and her leg was nervously bobbing causing the smoke to create a curtain across her face. Her blue eyes were watered down and red Continue reading Dawn by C.R. Fausset
My friends and colleagues ask me how I landed the exclusive one on one interview of a lifetime. Did I score him the best coke he’s ever snorted? I don’t have a dealer, I don’t score coke. I did not beg, kiss ass, give up my first born, nor did I have to meet the devil at the crossroads to get facetime with Alister Horton, AKA “Aggs Notorious” As it turns out, yours Continue reading The Last Of The Rock Stars by John McNeeley
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