Dr. Grizzly

By Chris Bunton Journal Entry 10/16/20 Blood dripped from my fingertips as I stepped away. “I’m Sorry.” I told the patient. I always apologize to them, when I hurt them. It was not my intent to hurt, but to heal. I had found this particular patient behind a dumpster in an alley. He was obviouslyContinue reading “Dr. Grizzly”

Karkadan and the Virgin

by Mehdi Hasan I have seen gruesome murders on the TVs before but they never looked so visceral yet why can’t I stop looking at these? Smith couldn’t hide the nauseating response on his face as he was looking for details to note down. Jonathan Smith has been a forensic detective for the better halfContinue reading “Karkadan and the Virgin”

Rewinding a Commute

by Lauren Kapsky Red. Wet and sticky. A pool of blood slowly unslicks from the sidewalk. Spatter on the pavement lifts itself into a pink mist, hovering over the city street like some unholy fog. The blood recedes toward the severed neck of a corpse, a genie backing into its bottle. Somewhere beneath the trafficContinue reading “Rewinding a Commute”

Dirty Blog 8

By Dick Johnson (The Dirty Blog is based upon the idea of “What if” a career criminal decided to write a blog, just like anyone else.) I was at Manny’s bar, where I had previously gotten a couple of jobs. One was collecting some gambling debts, and the other was following a guy’s girlfriend, andContinue reading “Dirty Blog 8”

The Mysterious Menagerie

By Chris Bunton Dr. Bernhard’s Traveling Menagerie had a problem. All the clowns had killed each other in an argument over whose rubber chicken was the biggest. It was a tragedy, and it could not have come at a worst time. The wagon train had pulled into the small town of Grand Tower on theContinue reading “The Mysterious Menagerie”

Octavia

By Pablo Agrio We arrived late afternoon, after stops at several different penitentiaries in the immediate area. CDC bus rides in handcuffs and leg chains were always a nightmare. There was still the matter of processing but at least I could use the restroom without having to deal with all the restraints. It is theContinue reading “Octavia”

The Induced Sleep

By Sylvia Ketchum Images floated across the back of my eyelids. Posies. Red, orange, and some pink. I’d gathered a bouquet for my mother, tying it together with string. I was a boy dancing in a field of wildflowers. My limbs bursting with boundless energy. The sun beating down on my face. Barefoot. Dried earthContinue reading “The Induced Sleep”

Plausible Deniability

By Richard L. Matta I’m ocean fishing for striped bass (“Stripers”) … deliberately within cell phone range of home, where they’ll be another battle on her birthday. Conscience restrained me before, but sometimes events push you beyond your tipping point—tear away decency, set actions in motion which can’t be undone, exposing you to new risks.Continue reading “Plausible Deniability”

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”