It all started with the initial surgery I had on my index finger. It was crooked, so much so that when I pointed at someone, I was never really pointing at them, but at something else, like a fire hydrant or an elm tree or something. It all became very confusing. The insurance considered this type of surgery “cosmetic,” and so I had to take out a bunch of loans with some very low-brow people. I mean this Continue reading Magic Bus By Melanie Browne
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Scars By Michael Keenaghan
In the park toilets Taylor stood by the urinals dwelling on the fact that a full twenty minutes had passed and he hadn’t moved. A few men had come and gone, blokes simply needing the facilities, a quick in and out, hardly sparing him a glance. But why would they? Perhaps Continue reading Scars By Michael Keenaghan
Once More With Feeling By Charlie Coleman
Sometimes, when it’s quiet, which is most of the time around here, I can remember what my life was like before moving to Omaha. First things first, I’ve reformed. From what you’ll find out later. Cool your jets. Here, in the city that always sleeps, I’m a real estate agent.
Bernice By Kemosabe
Spellbound, I stopped and stared at Bernice. We’d had no contact since high school, yet I knew beyond a doubt it was her. She still had the same walk, that fearless plunging through space oblivious of any thing or any body.
Tarita’s Tagmata By Richard Godwin
The day I bought the Arachna Cam, Fly got his job as a cop. My brother used to say we weren’t related, that I was something that had crawled out of our mother’s womb and infested the house. What kind of a fucking name is Florean? I called him Fly after the time I made him eat one. It was pregnant and he had little maggots crawling out of his mouth as I clamped my hand over his jaw. I used to kick my brother while he watched TV. Asshole. Cop. Maybe he was right.
Between The Lines By Frank Duffy
William Major stalked the lobby like a Peter Lorre facsimile, eyes bulging exaggeratedly as he surveyed the other applicants. The nearest actor looked as if the audition had accelerated his sloppiness, while sat beside him were a row of similar looking men who filed away into identical scruffiness.
Major sighed, wondering how the hell he’d let such people overtake him in his career.
“Bill?”
“William,” he corrected.
A young woman with braces smiled at him through clenched metallic teeth, desultory laughter exiting the function room behind her. Just a horror movie, he reminded himself.
Some Kinda Love By u.v.ray
I’m sitting at home waiting to get picked up and Ed is late so I’m on my fifth whisky & ginger and then the phone rings and it’s Ed and he says we’re fucked because Charlie Potatoes got stabbed to death outside Quinto’s Wine Lodge last night and then he hangs up.
Pop. 2 By David Massengill
Once again, Frank checked his exterminator’s suit for insects. That was how the redbugs got you. They landed on your clothing or your skin, and within 24 hours the poison on their legs and feelers ruined you. Rash, fever, seizures, skin necrosis, death.
My Favourite Spot by Stephen Cooper
He sat spaced out on the pavement.
His feet hanging over the edge.
“Over the edge.”
We Are The World By Chris Rhatigan
The governments of the world have failed. The people are tired of their constant bickering, corruption, and inability to bring back the 1980s sitcom Webster.
The people riot for four years. This concludes in the dissolution of all government bodies and the creation of a single world government.
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