“Gannon, where have you been?”
“I just had a short stay courtesy of the New York State correctional system. I got one of those weekend getaway deals kinda like you see advertised by the Marriott or Hilton dudes.”
“What happened?”
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Hamm and Bean by B.R. Stateham
She looked up from her desk and saw the lieutenant standing in the door space of his little cubicle looking at her. A hand came up and he used a finger to silently summons her to enter his den.
And then he turned and glared at Detective Sergeant Mike Bean. That same long, boney, pasty colored finger of his made the same silent summons. She watched the big bear of a man push his chair back, throw the pen he had been using down angrily on his desk and scowl. But he came to his feet and start lumbering toward the lieutenant’s office.
PVC Boy by Allen Taylor
My brother is made entirely of PVC pipe. Nearly, completely, limb to limb.
And I mean that literally. It happened one piece at a time.
One summer three years ago he was playing a game of pickup basketball. Being as tall as he is, he is able to jump and touch basketball hoops, hang from them like Christmas Continue reading PVC Boy by Allen Taylor
“HARD KNOCKS” by Michael Keenaghan
It was summer and I was going nowhere. I was on the dole and skint.
“I’ve got the perfect solution – the answer to all your problems,” Rob said, as we sat outside the pub, drinks on him.
“No thanks, Rob,” I said, before even asking. Rob’s ventures required the kind of luck I just wasn’t born with. Rob managed to dabble in all sorts, maintaining a jail-free existence, while those around him got banged up like one-two-three. It wasn’t worth it.
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Lamenting Souls by B.R. Stateham
Evil burns in colors sullen, Pilgrim.
Aye, Fellow Traveler. In the eyes of a wizard Evil smolders in colors dark and menacing. All life shimmers and glows. Trees. Flowers. The animals of the forest. The denizens of the watery deep. Dragons. Man. All life shimmers a color and a hue unique to its own. Even Magic, Pilgrim. Magic glows in colors unique to the brand of magic used.
Always The Bad Example by Copper Smith
I guess our parents were courting disaster by giving us those names: my brother Gallant, named after our great-great-great uncle, civil war hero Gallantry Baumont Hemstead III; and me, Goofus, named after the reviled Roman emperor Goofus Ignatious.
Be Anything You Want To Be by Julie Morrigan
That smug, pompous prick was on the telly again. Big, well-fed face beaming out at people, telling about how he, from humble beginnings, had become the success story of the century.
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Tick Tock by Brandon Frisby
There was nothing in this world that James Taylor wanted more than to wake up next to his girlfriend each morning, and to know that his son was sleeping soundly, safe in the next room. He’d listen, with a tired smile on his face, to his Continue reading Tick Tock by Brandon Frisby
Retribution and “Righteous” Anger by KJ Hannah Greenberg
She hit the shopkeeper squarely in the center of his face. The cartilage in his nose snapped loudly. His eyes teared. Blood gushed abundantly over his lips.
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FUCKED by Thomas Pluck
Do you know how fucked you are?
Let me explain exactly how fucked like a passed out prom date’s dry asshole you really are.
You scratched the paint. You think a guy like me, drives a different car every day, wouldn’t care about that shit. But this car don’t belong to me. It belongs to the boss. He lent it to me for the day, because he knows I like quality. I got it in the Continue reading FUCKED by Thomas Pluck
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