Word went out that Joe was dead and that he’d bought it in the library. I didn’t want to believe it. Knew I wouldn’t until I’d seen the body with my own eyes. My girl begged me not to go, but being young, quick and dumb I ignored her concerns and took wing. I could handle myself and when the time came I would look Joe’s killer straight in the eye, that being the least I could do for him.
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Oh Superman by Colin Graham
George walked into his local wearing his Superman outfit, the ‘S’ undulating over his man-boobs and beer-gut, and ordered a pint of his favourite brew.
“Fancy dress party?” asked the barman, who was new to the job.
“Na,” replied George. “Just saved a lass from drowning in the lake and blew out a fire at a warehouse all on me own. Got a fight with some aliens who’ve come down to destroy the earth in a bit.”
ASHES TO ASHES by Cindy Rosmus
“You fucked Butcher,” the message said. “Now . . . you die.”
Just like that. From a blocked number, but it was her, all right. Only Stephanie had that voice. That throat full of broken glass. And it was her old man you were fucking.
Were, is right. When things got hot, he split. Even his smell was gone from your rooms, your sheets. You were left with an empty twat, and a pipe bomb in your guts.
Eating The Goo-ies by Jake Berry Ellison Jr.
Working on the principle that things are always worse than you think, Adam ordered another pint and asked the tattooed bartender if he’d heard about it.
“I’ve heard just about everything,” the guy said. He opened the tap on the Manny’s and filled the glass. He placed it on the circular coaster. “What’s it now?”
“Maybe it will be on the news. I don’t want to spoil it.”
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Blessings by Pete Risley
Ain’t saying nothin’, Ronnie tells himself. He jounces anxiously in his seat, breathing through his nose; the bus passes the Rite-Aid on Greenwood. Never did. He never called nobody no nigger, not since that one time in school and got in trouble. Don’t say the n-word. You can’t. But they call white people names. Back in school they did him: Whitey, whiteass motherfucker, pecker, what was it? Peckerwood. Retard special ed white boy, they called him. They were in LD too, but he always was the one they picked on. Not just n-word, white kids Continue reading Blessings by Pete Risley
Wreckage by Shannon Barber
The music was loud. It drowned the sound of the buzzing motor and the surrounding world. Angry little ideas swirled in her head; she accelerated, faster and faster, until her thoughts were suspended in a freefall of speed and noise.
Julie’s cell biology lab would begin in half an hour. I feel like shit, she thought. Debate over.
Going to class was the last thing that she needed right now, anyway. Playing nice with the Stepford students while in the back of her mind she was counting down the minutes to when she would be evicted was not her idea of a relaxing Friday afternoon. She would have to find something to do — a distraction that would numb her.
Abide With Me by Ian Ayris – Review & Interview by Jason Michel
Let me cut straight to the chase.
I am not, nor ever have been a fan of the “beautiful game”. I was never born into a football family. My old man’s thing was religion not sport. So, Continue reading Abide With Me by Ian Ayris – Review & Interview by Jason Michel
I Didn’t Say That, Did I?: Gangsters by Paul Brazill
The seventies was a time when music and film were doing some pretty groundbreaking and experimental stuff and, in the UK at least, so was TV.
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Heroes by B.R. Stateham
Heroes.
We all need them. In a world filled with bad guys, bad times, and bad memories, heroes are the one set of safety pins that keep us all from going irretrievably insane.
Highway 1: road of dreams, blood alley, devil’s slide – by Cecelia Chapman
(a little background……Soon a tunnel will bypass the cliffs’ edge known as Devil’s Slide, the most treacherous section of the iconic coast road. If falling cliffs don’t hit you, Continue reading Highway 1: road of dreams, blood alley, devil’s slide – by Cecelia Chapman
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