Miriam Clendon lay down the small bunch of flowers and pulled her coat tight around her aging body. The wind was biting today, whipping into the coast and rolling up and over the cliffs that formed the border between the village and the sea, battering the dwindling clumps of farms and cottages that formed Flintsea.
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Trophies by David James Keaton
The cop’s decision to wear his bulletproof vest 24/7 combined with a lack of exercise during the holiday season had slowed him considerably. His dashboard camera revealed a weary, slow-moving man who’d forgotten most of his training when it came to approaching vehicles, and he was clearly unaware of what was about to happen.
Apostles and Ponies : An Interview with Richard Godwin
With Jason Michel
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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Pony Trip – Equus 4 – The Joshua
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.
WWB#8 The Skeleton Grave Digger
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.
Mistaken by J. F. Juzwik
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
Lose Those Love Handles by David Massengill
“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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Demon, Him by John Kenyon
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
A Fairytale Girl For Every Budding Boy by Rebecca Jones-Howe
“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.
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Hey, Got A Light? by Matt Burnside
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.
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