The Solstice Queen by Alex Jensen
The Solstice Queen by Alex Jensen Derek Mill wrote a book about his own life. Three years ago the autobiography awarded him 750,000 dollars. This year he was awarded 150,000 dollars for writing the...
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The Venice Hit by Mark SaFranko
The Venice Hit by Mark SaFranko By now Nicodemo was growing bored with shuttling back and forth on the vaporetto. Though he’d tried all the others, most of the time he preferred riding the...
Loco Hombre’s Journey Home by Jay Helmstutler
Loco Hombre’s Journey Home by Jay Helmstutler Gonna drive this motherfucker Marcos out to the middle of nowhere and finish this shit. Or should I say, get this shit under way. Been four fucking...
A Choice by Anthony Freeman
A Choice by Anthony Freeman A thin silhouette of a young child crouched beneath an ancient wagon, her scraggly form wrapped in comforting shadows from prying eyes and the docks’ blazing midday sun. She...
Pairs by Frederick Foote
Pairs by Frederick Foote “Our mission here is to open this backwater of civilization to the opportunity and promise of the free market world. We’re here to liberate a stunted and manipulated population from...
Sponges by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Sponges by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois 1. Examine this cross-section of a woman, as seen by computerized tomography or magnetic resonance imaging. She disrobes. Though her image is blurred, her nipples are as sharp as...
Poet Slam by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Poet Slam by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois In early middle age, the poet laureate travelled the Skunk Passage, youth’s tattoos fading from her skin, the snakes, the roses on her breast, the grinning skeleton head....
Dermatology by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Dermatology by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois The Virgin Mary was special her whole life. The rabbi’s knew her fate from the start. The adoration started early. She was bred for saintliness and sadness, and that’s...
Bait by T. Mike McCurley
Bait by T. Mike McCurley www.tmikemccurley.com My jacket was smoking. That last shot had come a little too close for comfort. I ducked to the left and rolled across the street, coming up with...
392 Days by Christopher Hivner
392 Days by Christopher Hivner I saw metallic wings in the sky, watched them move up and down pushing the cold air in circles. They were huge, each bigger than a school bus. The...