‘Every vibration that ever moved through this place is still resonating,’ Karl told me. I was in awe of him then. We stood in Monty’s which had been the Marquee. Sometimes we even had a pint if we had busked in the tube along the way, but they were so strict about it now. You had to have a license and all. They moved us along quick like. Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN… 4… I’ve Told Ev’ry Little Star by Graham Wynd
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN… 5… The Master by Dr. Mel Waldman
In an unfathomable moment of murderous unreality, I shoot the Master. He laughs uproariously. I shoot him again and again and after an interminable fusillade, he falls to the ground. But when I gaze at his crimson body, he disappears. Continue reading THE FINAL COUNTDOWN… 5… The Master by Dr. Mel Waldman
And Now, The End Is Near….
Ladies & Germs,
PMM will be on an extended hiatus until… who knows when, who knows where, but I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day.
I shall be putting some select pieces up over the next few weeks.
That is all…
The Dictator.
Necro-Dandies By Alex S. Johnson
Some say a gentleman’s crimes, no matter how well-intended, are permanent. That they affix themselves to his brow, or shine from the skin of his neglected soup, or find some other way to creep about his person and stamp themselves into the mold of his legacy. Continue reading Necro-Dandies By Alex S. Johnson
Blood and Botany by Simon Maltman
“Pass us the rake Brian, would ya?”
“Two seconds mate… there you go.” Continue reading Blood and Botany by Simon Maltman
Games the Wealthy Play By Walt Giersbach
Lorraine was a game that Nathan played with great relish. Not a childish game, but a sport called life.
First, there were odds. Odds that her husband, Dexter, wouldn’t discover their affair. The husband was a tedious vice president at some import company, but he had been a Marine. Nathan had visions of Dexter walking in at the height of their ecstasy and maiming him in some strange military way. Continue reading Games the Wealthy Play By Walt Giersbach
Pirate Witch Wench By Alex S. Johnson
Suggested by a song by Brecht and Weill
I sweep, I scrub and I work the grit from the nooks and crannies.
I see the evidence of your dirty couplings and weird indiscretions. Continue reading Pirate Witch Wench By Alex S. Johnson
The Bridge by Simon Maltman
Part 1
I opened the door into my small and let’s say minimal office at just after half nine that morning. As usual, I had made the short journey on the metro from Chodov to Pancrák, grabbing a take out coffee and the morning papers on the way.
I opened the blinds and sat down at my desk. I leaned back and felt fresh and ready for the day. At that time, we had lived in Prague for about three years and it still felt new and exciting. Continue reading The Bridge by Simon Maltman
The Gouger by Eric Westerlind
Martin Skyrelli draped a red cloth over the standing mirror in his house because he could not stand to stare at himself any longer, and he had been doing so for days. Before that, less. You’ll recognize his name. No stranger to public sin—Skyrelli was a corporate gouger who’d find small monopolies on life-saving products and charge enormous amounts to the desperate. Continue reading The Gouger by Eric Westerlind
Bingo Night, Part II by Vincent Zandri
Stan gets out, taps on the door, three distinct times. Continue reading Bingo Night, Part II by Vincent Zandri
