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Waterproofing by Abe Margel Whenever my cousin Eric was mentioned the adjective sleazebag always came to mind. It was obvious he was successful. He drove a black BMW, had a cottage in Muskoka and,...

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...

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...

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...

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 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 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...

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...