The snow crunches under their feet as they make their way to the arena. The lights from the stadium reflect off the mud colored slush that seeps into their boots. They appreciate the ironic and so they Continue reading The Crowd by Melanie Browne
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The Crimson Eyeball by Dr. Mel Waldman
A spoken word Bizarro piece.
Featuring the dulcet tones of The Dictator
Smashing Roxy by Mav Skye
Blondie smashed Roxy with a pumpkin, a plump, orange, glorious pumpkin as round and vivacious as the moon was full. She smashed Roxy with the pumpkin’s thick stem straight through one of her blue eyes, and then through the other, over and over and over, until blood streamed and steamed into the frosty grass.
“Hooray!” cried Blondie, swiping her blond hair back. She punched her small fists at the moon. Continue reading Smashing Roxy by Mav Skye
Over the Wall by Jenny Thomson
“How was the journey, Inspector Waddell?” said the mayor. “Any problems?”
He was a short, hefty man with a hearty smile and weathered complexion you only got from years of hard graft out on the fields.
Continue reading Over the Wall by Jenny Thomson
Spyglass and the Skull by Mav Skye
(One year before SUPERGIRLS tale takes place)
The forest is creepy, dark and deep, and we got a date with Johnny Depp to keep. Pirates of the Caribbean to be exact. My sister May and I’ve watched it a million times, and probably will a million times more if we can get this buried treasure shit over with.
The World Was Full of Monsters By E.M. Fitch
He squeezed the trigger with a slow, practiced pull. The sound of the shot pierced the air, just one crack among hundreds, thousands, that would sound that day. Her head jerked back with a thunk, the finality of her skull smashing into the pavement.
Death would be easier. Continue reading The World Was Full of Monsters By E.M. Fitch
Pick Your Brain By Jenny Thomson
“Miss McBride, in all my years of representing clients whom other less well attuned legal brains would turn down as unwinnable, I have never come across one single case I could not win.” He pursed his lips. Continue reading Pick Your Brain By Jenny Thomson
The House Of Mirrors By Dr. Mel Waldman
The homeless man staggered into the abandoned house, the sole private home on this barren block in the ghetto. Inside, he discovered only dead, ancient remains and corpses at every stage of decomposition. The smell of death, a toxic, suffocative odor, assaulted him. Yet he did not retreat or rush off. He collapsed on a Continue reading The House Of Mirrors By Dr. Mel Waldman
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.
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