Cat piss corridors. Dank half lit porches. Wallpaper not changed since 1985. Window frames rotting and letting in the rain. You know the place. Bedsit dementia: wanking in front of the one-bar electric fire to thoughts of the fat slut who lives on the next floor. You don’t even fancy her but something in your perverse nature makes you want to have her. You finish your Continue reading Night Music by A J Savage
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The Powder Trail by Craig Wallwork
The tyre chewed up the curb. Sedan. Alabaster silver. Driver control central locking. Do enough jobs and you’re looking for an exit strategy. If he’s some pervert who likes cutting up a Continue reading The Powder Trail by Craig Wallwork
Senator Swine by Melanie Browne
Senator Swine shuts the door to the hotel room and latches it and then turns around to look at me.
He is still holding a glass of scotch and is wiping his forehead with a soggy green napkin that still has the words Iowa NRA. He stirs his drink and smiles at me. He coughs.
Love Hurts by Michael Keenaghan
I got home from work and put down my briefcase. Immediately I sensed something was different.
“Somebody’s been here,” I said to Amy. “In this house – you’ve had someone here.”
She sat flicking through a magazine, the TV on low.
“What?”
Joey Tran by Jim Winter
“MSNBC has learned that the loss of power on Flight 279 may have been an act of sabotage,” intoned a reporter on the tarmac at LAX, the lights of fire engines strobing red behind her. “Although Homeland Security has not ruled out terrorism, they suspect Los Angeles District Attorney Jan Ryan might have been the target of an elaborate murder attempt. Police and federal investigators are…”
Monkey Business, With Dogs Included by Colin Graham
Dogs everywhere, freaking him out. He hadn’t felt this way since bumping into the Monkey Man on Kings Heath High Street, Birmingham. Then, it was a deranged cabaret act at work: exhibitionism, British style, designed to rouse the masses from their torpor without succeeding, once again. Now, the surreal vision snarled at him with realistic intent.
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Cunt Talk by Samantha Traina
“Why do girls get cunt and pussy when boys get dick and cock? It just isn’t fair!” The small feminine voice banged around the small kitchen for a second, to land in the ears of the girl sitting on laminate counter. Her high pitched voice made her friend wince as she let each word be punctuated by the knife slamming through carrots to chip at the counter bellow.
Grasshopper by Rob Bliss
You run from your life. It follows you wherever you go, but you decide not to stand still and let life wear you down to death. So you run. Your bare feet leave land for the ocean, but the ocean doesn’t want your footsteps. A compromise is made. Earth covered with green grass grows in an instant to meet your steps. In this way, you walk on water.
A Cauldron For Angelo by Jamie Grefe
Angelo’s been found out—lipstick smudged collars, suspicious underwear stains, and the lingering scent of other women’s perfume. His supposedly unsuspecting girlfriend, Jenny, calls her sisters, tells them the plan. They meet up. It’s almost time.
Freon / Craig Caudill
Left alone with Freon with its electrical current hot surge, bone china, ether, microwaves shortwave a hidden etherous plane permeates the senses I taste static electrical tape, I use shears to cut the sonic waves, the pulses, the vapors, the strings of the gods connecting all things.
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