Some Kind of Angel by Austin Roberts
Some Kind of Angel by Austin Roberts The scene was bad. Male. 60’s. And the pavement had played piñata with his body when he landed. It wasn’t my game anymore, the murder scene, but...
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The Cover of a Book by Bill Tope
The Cover of a Book by Bill Tope “What are you even doing with this man?” Annie asked of her sister. Karen sighed. Two years younger than her sibling, she was used to being...
The Woman in Flowered Dresses by Barry Yedvobnick
The Woman in Flowered Dresses by Barry Yedvobnick Ben Birk stared at the wall menu with his eyes moving like REM sleep. He wasn’t surprised by the gorgeous Grand Canyon panorama. It was a...
Just What I Needed… by J.D. Fratto
Just What I Needed… by J.D. Fratto I walk in at 7:15: later than usual and Tara’s still not home; not in the kitchen, the TV room, the bedroom; not even the back yard....
Glen by Bill Tope
Glen by Bill Tope “He is drop-dead gorgeous,” remarked an otherwise erudite woman of my acquaintance. Physically, the man was a cross between Jim Morrison and a young Jackson Browne. “He undresses you with...
Cool Load by Wally Runnels
Cool Load by Wally Runnels A black air taxi roared over on its way to JahdFo, a penal colony on Mars. Probably twenty years old and wearing a ragged T-shirt with bushy hair and...
Thursday’s Money by Grant Tracey
Thursday’s Money by Grant Tracey Slipping free would be tough. The ropes weren’t nylon but hemp. Coarse fibers scuffed and cut into the skin of his wrists. Across from him was a woman who...
The Tobias Problem by Allister Nelson
Editor’s Note: This short story is a work of fiction. The views expressed in this fiction are solely of its author. This fiction does not reflect nor represent the views, beliefs and opinions of...
Revenge is Wild Justice by Gary Ives
Revenge is Wild Justice by Gary Ives Arthur rattled the old cowbell he’d lifted from the table beside his cot. Minutes later, Lopez quietly entered holding a flashlight. “Señor? You okay?” “Help me to...
The Keys to the Highway by Frederick K Foote
The Keys to the Highway by Frederick K Foote Back in the day, when I was a snot-nosed little rascal growing up in the country, the old folks used to say stuff like, “Homer...