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Dressed to Kill: Part II By Vincent Zandri

He depressed his index finger on the Enter key.

What appeared on the screen was a grainy shot that came from a security camera mounted to the building’s far corner, and not particularly close to the John Patrick Boutique storefront which was located pretty much in the center of the strip mall. There were people coming and going from the Italian restaurant which was situated closer to the camera, and one or two people going into the liquor store and another couple heading in and out of the bagel shop. No one, on the other hand, seemed to be heading into or out of the boutique. Continue reading Dressed to Kill: Part II By Vincent Zandri

Dressed to Kill – A Jack Marconi PI Short Shot – by Vincent Zandri (Part 1)

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It never failed to amaze me how effortlessly Blood could pump out a dozen chest presses with no less than three 45-pound plates set on each end of the bar. Adding in the weight of the bar, that made a total of three hundred fifteen pounds.

Blood already bore a body that looked like it had been sculpted from the richest dark marble ever to be found on the planet, so his workouts were only about maintenance. Unlike me who was always trying to improve my strength and size because after all, I wasn’t getting any younger and it seemed like these days, someone was always trying to punch me. Continue reading Dressed to Kill – A Jack Marconi PI Short Shot – by Vincent Zandri (Part 1)

The Black-Hearted Beat

“Sirens howl like wolves in the distance, screams haunt your dreams…”

Listen to the complete first playlist of PMM Dictator’s online Neo-Noir fiction series.

Jude Mortimer is an ex war-correspondent haunted by his past and caught in a murderous game.

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Born This Way by Jen Hughes

Everyone has their talents. My parents and teachers spent decades labouring over finding my quirks and talents, like they were mining for some valuable metal. They were disappointed when I flunked all my classes, out of disenchantment more than anything else. My poor mother and father enrolled me into every after school class imaginable, all coming up empty. Continue reading Born This Way by Jen Hughes

PAYDAY by KEVIN BERG

I sit motionless in the closet upstairs and wait for the door to open. Adrenaline slams my heart against my ribcage in anticipation, beads of sweat roll through the dips and valleys of scars and age on my forehead to sting my eyes. I blink away the excitement and breathe deeply, it shouldn’t be long. Continue reading PAYDAY by KEVIN BERG

EVIL HEAT by Tom Leins

“Did you know that a human bite is actually worse than a dog bite?”

I try to avoid making eye contact with Larry-Lee Lomax, but Slattery’s Meat Market is deserted, and the pornographic pictures that have been glued to the bare brick walls are now faded beyond recognition. When I turn back to face him, I notice that there are dried specks of blood around his hideously cracked lips. Larry-Lee looks more dead than alive. He has ash-grey skin. It matches what is left of his hair. Continue reading EVIL HEAT by Tom Leins

Troubled Waters by Tess Makovesky

I peer round the side of the wheelie bin. Blue lights flash ominously in the distance. We’ve run, but not far enough. “Nope. Fuzz are still hanging around.” Continue reading Troubled Waters by Tess Makovesky

Bloody Collage by Graham Wynd

Jeanne Duval tried to stop herself from scratching her arm, a thing she did compulsively whenever she was nervous and there was no way to pace. Sometimes she scratched so much she drew blood, which at least would be appropriate today. Jeanne looked at her collage of photos covering the gallery wall.

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Moonlight Gets Served By Vincent Zandri

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I’m sitting at my desk having a drink and cleaning my gun in the second floor office loft when I hear the footsteps running, not walking, up the wood stairs. Continue reading Moonlight Gets Served By Vincent Zandri

Fish Hook by Hector Duarte, Jr.

My school is small, so everyone knew and wouldn’t shut the fuck up for the longest weeks until I had to practically beg them to stop talking about my dead sister. You ever had to convince someone you were okay? That you weren’t going to blow your head off or mow down the entire school with an AR? That shit’s more likely to drive one to madness than the original problem. Continue reading Fish Hook by Hector Duarte, Jr.