Bag of Soap

By Dick Johnson I was in the county jail. I won’t say which one. But, I was locked up in a cell block with 6 other guys. We were all awaiting trial. The cell block was made up of 2 cells with bunks, connected by a day room, with a table. The jail was overcrowdedContinue reading “Bag of Soap”

Dirty Blog 7

By Dick Johnson (The Dirty Blog is a series where a criminal posts a blog, like anyone else would. Click on The Dirty Blog category to see more.) I was at the apartment and had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knock on the door. Normally, I wouldn’t answer unless IContinue reading “Dirty Blog 7”

The Paris Express

By Jonathan Wilkins Élodie met him in a faded restaurant in a small, rainy town Saint-Mars-la-Brière on the main line between Tours and Paris. There were mirrors on the walls all around the room. Over his shoulder she could see herself reflected a dozen times; it made her blink. She wasn’t sure which face wasContinue reading “The Paris Express”

That Money

By Seamus O’Leary The hood was ripped off Darrel’s head and he found himself strapped to a metal folding chair in a basement somewhere. He was next to a long haired guy who was strapped down also. In front of him stood two men, a well built guy who held a pistol and a giantContinue reading “That Money”

Dirty Blog 6

By Dick Johnson I was at work at the hardware store today, when the Parole Officer showed up. He’s been showing up more often lately. I wonder if he knows something. He’s a dick, but I can’t really complain because he gives me a lot of leeway. He wanted me to piss in a cupContinue reading “Dirty Blog 6”

Do You Like Masks?

By Dick Johnson Gary Longbow stood at the entrance to Bath Smells Galore in the mall; He had a little table set up where he had a display of scented hand sanitizers. A man and a woman came to the entrance and started to enter. “Excuse me! But, could you please sanitize your hands beforeContinue reading “Do You Like Masks?”

Snuff

by Daniel Robinson “Ah, but I was so much older then,I’m younger than that now.”–Bob Dylan Some days in October, Seattle can be an old city without any hope as the clouds huddle heavy above the city, threatening another rain. The buildings between First and Second Avenues block even the stray bits of sunlight thatContinue reading “Snuff”

Height Advantage

by John Mahoney My iPhone buzzed in my pocket, the alert I’d programmed into its memory. Barnes & Noble captivates me, but Wyler wouldn’t want to hear that. I shelved the manga neatly with its siblings. My left hand was at my side, and I looked down, feeling a tug of its pinkie. The girlContinue reading “Height Advantage”

Asylum

By John Mahoney Simon Childe blinked, uncertain of where that blinding white light had come from. It was dark in the cell, of course, the sun hours set; the rectangular light above his head could not be turned off, so he’d used peanut butter to glue the lids of Styrofoam trays to it. Years ofContinue reading “Asylum”