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.
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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.
Toy Monkey by Graham Wynd
The man had a toy monkey. A fucking toy monkey.
A Gift by B. R. Stateham
“Smitty, I . . . I need your help.”
The voice was barely a whisper. It came from a man lying in a bed with sheets soaked with sweat and stained with blood. He was a muscular, dark complexioned man. Gray had begun to stain the dark Continue reading A Gift by B. R. Stateham
some town anywhere by u.v. ray
i wake up smashed in the chair and an empty bottle of bombay sapphire rolls off my lap onto the brown carpet. i’m in the midst of an Continue reading some town anywhere by u.v. ray
30 Versions of Warm Leatherette by Graham Wynd
for Marko
Obsession: she understood obsession. He had noticed her a little—sort of goth, sort of emo—but it wasn’t until he knew the depths of her obsessions that he really took an interest. He sat behind her in English where Mr James always laughed that laugh that some of the lads thought hilarious, but most of the girls thought was creepy.
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The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
Bootsie Goldstein.
Fuck you Bootsie!
Who in the Western Hemisphere smuggles ivory? Who does that? Doesn’t matter. It’s over now. My poor crew. My crew of buccaneers was a tight machine of nimble little thieves. Over the years I built and worked Continue reading The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
I’d been going to Joyce at Super Cuts for about four months when Joyce quit and they hired Christina and I had to explain all over again how to cut my hair. I was losing it on top, but I didn’t like to put it that way and some haircutters will fill in the blanks for you so you don’t have to say it and embarrass yourself. You can be very self-deprecating. I told Christina she had a job cut out for her alright, Continue reading CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
These Two Hands by Marc E. Fitch
The day before yesterday, I choked Rebecca Hensley to death. Her hand-scan monitor was alerting like crazy, which really adds to the thrill, but just before it sent out the imminent death alarm I put a black market cleaver through her forearm. The alarm sounds and ME-Drones launch from rooftops and that is the moment when the Continue reading These Two Hands by Marc E. Fitch
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