Some days, it doesn’t pay to even open your eyes, you know? I was sitting, minding my own in Josie’s, having two over, a slice of wheat, coffee, and a slice of Josie’s famous key lime, and working out the kinks of what was supposed to be my last score in Jewelsburg. I planned to hit the End of the Line Service Station; the one by the highway on-ramp. Not a big haul, Continue reading Mistaken by J. F. Juzwik
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Demon, Him by John Kenyon
Who knew that the crazy homeless guy was right all along? Sitting at his kitchen table, fashioning a hat liner from aluminum foil, Jack thought back to his days in the late ’90s as a newspaper reporter. It was a small satellite office for a larger newspaper, housed in a converted convenience store. The homeless guys in the neighborhood had been so used to returning the college kids’ beer cans for change that the alteration didn’t deter them. Instead of seeking money, they Continue reading Demon, Him by John Kenyon
A Fairytale Girl For Every Budding Boy by Rebecca Jones-Howe
“You can’t fuck a mermaid,” Tobias said.
“So?” Conor asked. “You don’t even think about fucking when you’re nine.”
I looked up when the waitress came back with a third pitcher of beer.
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Hey, Got A Light? by Matt Burnside
This is why I like night: they can’t see your face unless you want them to see your face. I don’t like people to see my face. See this–this cleft in my lip right here? Took a hammer to the mouth a few years ago. See any teeth, do you? No, because they ain’t there. Except the two that are all side-like. That’s why they call me Jack-O-Lantern Man. If you’ve seen my face lit up in an alley, you know why.
Dawn by C.R. Fausset
I remember the first case I worked on my own.
Janice Stein was a mess. She looked about ten years older than she was. Her graying hair was tangled in a bun and she wore a pastel pink pajama top with a pair of holy blue jeans. Her yellow finger tips clung hard onto a cigarette and her leg was nervously bobbing causing the smoke to create a curtain across her face. Her blue eyes were watered down and red Continue reading Dawn by C.R. Fausset
The Last Of The Rock Stars by John McNeeley
My friends and colleagues ask me how I landed the exclusive one on one interview of a lifetime. Did I score him the best coke he’s ever snorted? I don’t have a dealer, I don’t score coke. I did not beg, kiss ass, give up my first born, nor did I have to meet the devil at the crossroads to get facetime with Alister Horton, AKA “Aggs Notorious” As it turns out, yours Continue reading The Last Of The Rock Stars by John McNeeley
A Town Called Malice by Nick Quantrill
Scarborough, 1981, hot and sunny, the first place I visited as a Mod on my scooter. A classic Vespa. I saved up the money from my first job as a YTS dogsbody. Took me months and that was after my Mum slipped me some extra. John, Continue reading A Town Called Malice by Nick Quantrill
The Book In Shadow by Ron Koppleberger
The characters in the book were an echo of eyes in stray fluttering fear. The forlorn grandeur of the seedlings and destiny in spring rebirth, covered by an array of moldering leaves conveyed the superstition that Black Ray worried about. The Continue reading The Book In Shadow by Ron Koppleberger
Pony Trip – Equus 3 – The Field Of Flesh
By Richard Godwin
Emmanuel woke and looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked at his thick lustrous black hair and the manner of his face and considered he would lure women to the farm.
That he would craft their sexual tapestry with his lust and bring them to heat.
Nothing To Kill Or Die For by Copper Smith
It was the weirdest job I’d ever taken. No double-crossed thugs, no unpaid loan sharks, nary a cheating spouse to be seen. Just a creepy loner who needed a bullet to the skull before he could push into motion a sick plan to make the world a lonelier place.
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