“How was the journey, Inspector Waddell?” said the mayor. “Any problems?”
He was a short, hefty man with a hearty smile and weathered complexion you only got from years of hard graft out on the fields.
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The Double by Dr. Mel Waldman
Donna was two separate people :
– the thrill-seeking gorgeous dame men died for.
– the cripple who retreated from the world after a tragic event.
It happened on a long, sultry August night. After boozing and making love to Johnnie Walker Red, she had driven 100 miles an hour on the FDR Drive, crashed, and demolished her old Plymouth Fury. Continue reading The Double by Dr. Mel Waldman
72 Reality Virgins: A Chalk Short Story by Carac Allison
Girls selling their virginity online is almost commonplace. It doesn’t exactly happen all the time. But when it does it’s a known enough reality that little explanation is required.
This was not one girl selling her virginity.
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“Vibrations are Infinite” – The Dead Reds Interview by Jason Michel
Do I got a musical treat for you to read and assault your ears with while PMM is on a two week hiatus.
The Dead Reds are a five piece of blistering boogie balls out blues out of Brighton. Show your support.
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Porn Show by Chris Stucchio
“I’m not really gay,” the naked man sitting in front of the computer says to himself.
The naked man sitting in front of the computer is a financial advisor at one of the biggest firms in town. He was once thin and handsome in a boyish way. Today, his face is still youthful looking, but his dark hair has a few streaks of gray, and his bloated, corporate appearance strongly suggests he enjoys eating steak dinners and drinking scotch and waters after playing 18 holes at the club.
All In The Soil by Michael J. Solender
“What’s the matter hon? You did great! How many people take 6 ribbons including 1st runner up Tomato?”
Vern Erickson was trying hard to comfort his wife of 20 years, but June was having none of it.
It would be a long and quiet ride back to Red Wing from St. Paul. June didn’t even want to take in the Midway this year. There would be no Dinky donuts, no special milkshake, no deep fried Snickers bars and no Tilt-O-Whirl. Vern always loved the Minnesota State Fair. Not this year.
Love and Loss in the Liquor Aisle by Kimmy Dee
“Oh, it was definitely love at first sight, he just hadn’t seen me yet.”
I took an enthusiastic swig of water from the Styrofoam cup that had been placed in front of me, and winced as a cluster of ice cubes clobbered my nose. I carefully returned the cup to the desk and patted at my face with my sleeve, playing it off as if the whole maneuver had gone according to plan. Regardless of my wet shirt, I had certainly built the suspense to an excruciating level. “Anyway, I already told the cops all about James.”
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Spyglass and the Skull by Mav Skye
(One year before SUPERGIRLS tale takes place)
The forest is creepy, dark and deep, and we got a date with Johnny Depp to keep. Pirates of the Caribbean to be exact. My sister May and I’ve watched it a million times, and probably will a million times more if we can get this buried treasure shit over with.
The Lost History Of Ketlingr By Kate Laity
The little-lamented dissolution of the pseudo-galdr heavy metal band Ketlingr ended a prospective career in magic as well as music. As musicians, the band seldom rose above the level of thrash metal cacophony. Their lyrics were the strongest part of their collective work and with their website being taken down for non-payment, it Continue reading The Lost History Of Ketlingr By Kate Laity
Birds By Richard Godwin
“I’m telling you she’s got a parrot stuck up her arse,” Micky said.
Jo-Jo stirred his coffee.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m saying Nancy has always liked birds, right? I managed to get her to shave it down to two fucking birds, two parrots to be exact, and one of them has gone missing.”
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