Pauline Williams really hadn’t wanted to talk to her brother. Not for a while, anyway. She’d been giving him the cold shoulder recently. She’d had more than enough of Billy’s shenanigans over the years, so she started to ignore his text messages and calls. She’d even unfriended him on Facebook. But when she found out he’d been in an accident, her resolve soon wilted. Family was family, after all. Continue reading Yesterday’s Wine by Paul D. Brazill
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Chelsea Girls by Paul D. Brazill
Chloe left the money and took the guns. She couldn’t carry everything and she knew that cash would be a hell of a lot easier to come by than a couple of AK47s that was for sure. Continue reading Chelsea Girls by Paul D. Brazill
The Perfect Clue by Cecelia Chapman
The Perfect Clue was influenced by the films Les Vampires and Irma Vep, the bandolera La Carambada (http://unlikelystories.org/content/bandit-queen), and other unapologetic female bandits, and ‘The absolute rule’, as explained in Jean Baudrillard’s The Perfect Crime.With: Blaine Reininger track of the punk band TuxedoMoon, he has allowed me to use many of his tracksin my video. Christa Hunter has performed with me for ten years and Jeff Crouch who has collaborated with me by email and post for ten years.*
BIO : Cecelia Chapman is a visual artist working in digital media.
Blizzard of Ought-not by Guinotte Wise
This is conjecture, but
The crane was there, of that I’m sure.
The sand hills. Nebraska.
His feathers ruffled as he was facing south
and the northwest wind was a little stiffer than
yesterday, and it got some head gears moving
some atavistic cuckoo clock so he
quit fishing and did that liftoff you just
wouldn’t bet money on, headed south.
Hot Air by William E. Wallace
Nicky Dolman came out of the men’s room at the Blue Door Lounge wiping his hands on his pant legs.
A Mister and his Destiny by Bobby D. Lux
I parked my car three blocks away on Fern under a street light. My OCD kicked in and I rechecked the glove box and under the center armrest. Both were still empty because I cleared them out two hours ago. Sometimes you have to proof even your own work. I felt under the rear wheel well and the tracker was nice and secure. Continue reading A Mister and his Destiny by Bobby D. Lux
Paranoid by Sonia Kilvington
They would lay in wait outside of the shops at the mall in the afternoons. I would catch threatening glimpses of their vivid orange robes as they lingered in shady doorways, waiting for an opportunity to lure me away. I was already on their radar and I’m not sure how I got there. Maybe it was something to do with the weird phone calls; disembodied voices would ask for me using my name, Frank, and then refuse to speak. It felt as though they were trying to bait me, waiting for me to reveal myself to them, through my fear. Continue reading Paranoid by Sonia Kilvington
Winter X Shotgun by BAM
I was cold to the bone from the winter chill, and then there was that woman . . . her shotgun pointed at me throughout the drive. How she could travel along the snowy road just fine and hold her double barrel one-handed like so, with her other hand firmly on the wheel, I’d never know. Her little sister used to say she was skilled with a gun. I had no idea.
Three For One by Sean O’Grady
“I want them gone. That’s the only way you’ll get her back.” Continue reading Three For One by Sean O’Grady
Once and Future King of the Projects by Walter Giersbach
LeRoi always got pissed if you called him LEE-roy like some of the homeys do. “It’s Le-ROI,” he’d shout like you were deaf. “You talkin to the king!” Continue reading Once and Future King of the Projects by Walter Giersbach
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