Dick Phucks By Cody Walzel
Dick Phucks By Cody Walzel On weekdays I stare into the fluorescent lights at work and soak my shirt with rage sweat. I burn with an irrational hatred for my new employee. It’s not...
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Byard’s Leap by Steven James Foreman
Byard’s Leap by Steven James Foreman Since its creation, in the year 1801, the company of Sowerby’s and Sons has been one of the leading auctioneering houses in London. In 1891, when my tale...
Bag Lunch by James C. Clar
Editor’s Note: Read the previous adventures of the two Hawaii Police Detectives by clicking the link:“Pillow Talk”,“Beggars Would Ride” and“The Way The Cookie Crumbles” * Bag Lunch by James C. Clar “Tell us again...
12 Addled Men by Jon Wesick
12 Addled Men by Jon Wesick “Gentlemen of the jury.” The judge pointed to the defendant, a dark-haired man wearing round glasses. “Erwin Schrodinger is accused of constructing a fiendish device by which he...
Soda Springs Road by Ted Gross
Soda Springs Road by Ted Gross It was tougher to find neighborhood hardware stores, but there was one on Lombard, run by a Chinese family, that mixed in household goods and a couple aisles...
Deepfake by Joseph S. Klapach
Deepfake by Joseph S. Klapach I doubt you will believe me. Still, I have proof. You will find the files on my hard drive. And I will tell you exactly what happened. I have...
The Place by Zachary Dein Reisch
The Place by Zachary Dein Reisch There are only so many patterns a human face can have. Was that guy in the booth on the right, eating the dripping sandwich, the same guy I...
The Cost For These Repairs by James Wendelken
The Cost For These Repairs by James Wendelken Two weeks after she leaves, he sits, legs folded, in a blue plastic Adirondack chair on his front porch and directly behind a large holly. A...
Kirkoff’s Friend by Michael W. Clark
Kirkoff’s Friend by Michael W. Clark Kirkoff was always disappointed in Cleveland. It was 1990 and Lake Erie was still the shitty mess it had been twenty years ago. He always wanted to enjoy...
Vacation by Tom Koperwas
Vacation by Tom Koperwas Bill Johnson sat in his cubicle and waited for the staff to leave. It was five o’clock on a hot afternoon in July, the start of the annual plant shutdown....