We walked out of the neon glare of the hospital’s front door and sank into the gloom of the hot still night like unwanted nightmares. Neither of us felt like talking. Behind us, in Intensive Care Unit, was a friend of ours struggling to find the strength for his next breath. A Continue reading Just A Matter of Time by B. R. Stateham
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THE G.I. CHARITY REPRESENTATIVE VISITS THE MAMMOTH MAN AND HIS BELOVED SCORPIONS By Dr. Mel Waldman
Sprawled out on my super-king-size bed like a fat chicken waiting to be severed and split apart – its legs broken with the swift twist of a Continue reading THE G.I. CHARITY REPRESENTATIVE VISITS THE MAMMOTH MAN AND HIS BELOVED SCORPIONS By Dr. Mel Waldman
Seven Minutes To Midnight By Paul D. Brazill
Hinkson’s tired, dog tired, but he can’t fall asleep. Can’t let himself drift off into the warm, comforting womb of his unconscious. It’s seven minutes to midnight and the brothers will be here at the witching hour, for sure. Same as last night and the previous night.
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Paranoia and the Destiny Programme – An interview with Richard Godwin
*interview by The Dictator*
Long time PMM favourite, Richard Godwin has a new novel out in which he has applied his dark obsidian knife to Sci-Fi with devastating results.
An interview was a necessity.
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Ham On Heels by Graham Wynd
Tyler Fitzgerald threw himself down at the bar, sweating profusely. “Gimme a whisky.” Seeing the bartender’s scowl he added, “please.”
Iris by Mav Skye
Leaves crunch under your boots. The air you breathe is harsh and crisp, it stings like a knife in your chest. You cough into your glove. Pull your jacket closer. Birdcalls and squirrel chatter tell you it’s morning. Not that it matters. You’ve been in the dark for years now.
Self Inflicted Wounds by J. David Jaggers
I check my watch, 2:45 pm. I pop two more capsules of Adderall, and a half dropper of liquid psilocybin. It’s an old Special Forces trick I use for long term focus. The kind of focus needed to sit thirty-six hours staring through a scope. The kind of focus needed to kill a man.
“The FUN Has Just Begun!” – An Interview with Larry Wessel by Matt Dukes Jordan*
*with daft input from The Dictator*
Ladies & Germs!
If’n you loves strange and unusual cinema, do we have a treat for you.
What do bullfights, legendary cartoonist and painter –Robert Williams, Noise artist – Boyd Rice, and a mask clad amputee video star have in common?
Well, my feathered friends, the answer is THIS MAN :
Larry Wessel is not a man to shy away from controversy, the weird, or the taboo. A member of the UNPOP art movement, whose collages have appeared in both Hustler and Answer Me!, his documentaries can shock as they beguile.
Larry was kind enough to chat to us about cinema and his latest project – Eric & Shaye.
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Brawny Diva Goes For A Latte by Ryan Sayles
I check my lip-gloss in the bathroom mirror; gently run the tip of my tongue along it like I’m a bomb squad guy handling a hair-trigger explosive.
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Feeding Old Doug By Craig Furchtenicht
“Don’t forget to feed Doug before you go running off, mister,” my Pops called after me.
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