“Gannon, where have you been?”
“I just had a short stay courtesy of the New York State correctional system. I got one of those weekend getaway deals kinda like you see advertised by the Marriott or Hilton dudes.”
“What happened?”
“Gannon, where have you been?”
“I just had a short stay courtesy of the New York State correctional system. I got one of those weekend getaway deals kinda like you see advertised by the Marriott or Hilton dudes.”
“What happened?”
She looked up from her desk and saw the lieutenant standing in the door space of his little cubicle looking at her. A hand came up and he used a finger to silently summons her to enter his den.
And then he turned and glared at Detective Sergeant Mike Bean. That same long, boney, pasty colored finger of his made the same silent summons. She watched the big bear of a man push his chair back, throw the pen he had been using down angrily on his desk and scowl. But he came to his feet and start lumbering toward the lieutenant’s office.
My brother is made entirely of PVC pipe. Nearly, completely, limb to limb.
And I mean that literally. It happened one piece at a time.
One summer three years ago he was playing a game of pickup basketball. Being as tall as he is, he is able to jump and touch basketball hoops, hang from them like Christmas Continue reading PVC Boy by Allen Taylor
“I’ve got the perfect solution – the answer to all your problems,” Rob said, as we sat outside the pub, drinks on him.
“No thanks, Rob,” I said, before even asking. Rob’s ventures required the kind of luck I just wasn’t born with. Rob managed to dabble in all sorts, maintaining a jail-free existence, while those around him got banged up like one-two-three. It wasn’t worth it.
THE FOLLOWING IS FROM THE BOOK CHARLIE SHEEN, TROLL AVENGER, by Matt Dukes Jordan with art by various artists including the author. It will be released as an eBook in June, 2011 (soon). It contains essays on the rise of Trolls, Sheen’s life story, his celebrity, and much more, including a long excerpt from a science-fiction novel about Sheen. Here is a short excerpt.
Evil burns in colors sullen, Pilgrim.
Aye, Fellow Traveler. In the eyes of a wizard Evil smolders in colors dark and menacing. All life shimmers and glows. Trees. Flowers. The animals of the forest. The denizens of the watery deep. Dragons. Man. All life shimmers a color and a hue unique to its own. Even Magic, Pilgrim. Magic glows in colors unique to the brand of magic used.
I guess our parents were courting disaster by giving us those names: my brother Gallant, named after our great-great-great uncle, civil war hero Gallantry Baumont Hemstead III; and me, Goofus, named after the reviled Roman emperor Goofus Ignatious.
That smug, pompous prick was on the telly again. Big, well-fed face beaming out at people, telling about how he, from humble beginnings, had become the success story of the century.
Continue reading Be Anything You Want To Be by Julie Morrigan
There was nothing in this world that James Taylor wanted more than to wake up next to his girlfriend each morning, and to know that his son was sleeping soundly, safe in the next room. He’d listen, with a tired smile on his face, to his Continue reading Tick Tock by Brandon Frisby
She hit the shopkeeper squarely in the center of his face. The cartilage in his nose snapped loudly. His eyes teared. Blood gushed abundantly over his lips.
Continue reading Retribution and “Righteous” Anger by KJ Hannah Greenberg