Hog Heart by Gary Ives
Hog Heart by Gary Ives Paco fumbled with the orange package of ramen noodles. These boogers were tough to open sober, never mind drunk. Besides, he felt like shit. Wobbling under the dim overhead...
Hog Heart by Gary Ives Paco fumbled with the orange package of ramen noodles. These boogers were tough to open sober, never mind drunk. Besides, he felt like shit. Wobbling under the dim overhead...
Trigger by Doug Hawley I’m out target shooting in the country when I hear the gravel crunch and somebody yells “Hey asshole, what are you doing?” Without thinking, I turn and shoot him. Well,...
The Golden Pass by Henry Simpson Daphne had already worked her way into Virginia’s confidence. Displaced Lola in her life. Soon she would convince Virginia to end Lola’s employment contract and evict her from...
Heart of Gold by Michael B. Brodin Sissy Krawczuk, just shy of her twenty first birthday, was swinging her hips down Santa Monica Boulevard in East L.A. when she stepped in shit. She knew...
Ronnie B’s by Bill Tope I Halloween, 1982 Shoe stood before the prep table in the kitchen, his huge, gleaming chef’s knife flailing away, chopping the cabbage, peppers, and carrots into a massive mess...
Valentine’s Day Massacre by Doug Hawley Special Report To Stumptown Magazine by Elmer Jakes February 10, 20xx I was at her bedside when Ginger Smith uttered her last words. “Why did Ted do this? ...
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...
Green Valley Lane by Keigh Ahr Most nights, I wouldn’t notice the nondescript gray sedan idling behind me as I wait at this traffic light. But this seemingly innocuous four-door has been following me...
The Mystery of ‘the Dead-as-a-Doornail Author’by John RC Potter Cornelia Vanstone took great pride in herself in general, but particularly for the following three reasons: her prize-winning gingersnap cookies, a trim waistline despite being...
Capitalism by Henry Simpson As he waited for the light to change, Jeff’s mind kept replaying the TV image of that sheriff’s squad knocking down the front door of the house in Painted Cave....