A Bottle of Vodka

By Dick Johnson It was summer when Joe walked into the bar on 2nd street. It was the same old place, and Billy was sitting in his same old spot, while the juke box played the same old “Sweet Home Alabama”, and people danced around. “Joe! You’re out! Let me buy you a drink.” BillyContinue reading “A Bottle of Vodka”

Future’s Cold Hand

By Sebastian Iturralde Waiting by a cliff, as the cold twilight wind blew around her, Licana Rose watched the light of a lonely house come on. Darkness surrounded her. Little did she know that Death was standing next to her. “What do we have here?” asked Death. “Who is our target for the night?” LicanaContinue reading “Future’s Cold Hand”

Friends with Benefits

By Seamus O’ Leary Doctor Derek Goldberg sat at the bar in Louie’s Sports Pub, watching the game on one of the big screen TV’s He was excited. It was Friday night, and his new friends were coming for another night of partying. He could not wait. He took a drink of his Old StyleContinue reading “Friends with Benefits”

Labor Day with the Family

By Dick Johnson The food smelled delightful and everyone was there; even Uncle Fred.  Nobody talked to him or even went around him. You’d think he’d get the hint, but apparently not. It was Labor Day. Everybody was drinking and the music was playing, just like all our family functions. It was a party, andContinue reading “Labor Day with the Family”

Will You Love Me Tomorrow?

By Ernie Sadashige “I thought you said you loved me.” Won Ton’s words cut deep, deeper than the katana sword which he aimed at my heart. Red reflections pulsed along shimmering steel, mirroring blood on water whenever the neon sign on the window blinked: Eat in. Take out. Won Ton and I were holed upContinue reading “Will You Love Me Tomorrow?”

Dirty Blog 9

By Dick Johnson (The Dirty Blog is a ‘What if” series that supposes, what if a criminal wrote a blog like everyone else. This is number 9 in the series that can be found in the category menu under “The Dirty Blog”) The guys nose shattered under my fist, and I knew it was aContinue reading “Dirty Blog 9”

Stapelia Grandiflora

By Megan Thompson Our sense of smell is closely related to our memory; For some people that could be the spicy smell of cinnamon that reminds them of grandma’s house, or the smell of fresh wood burning in Autumn air that takes you back to those teenage Friday nights. For me, the smell that takesContinue reading “Stapelia Grandiflora”

A Drive to the Park

By Carl Bluesy “Why did you let me die daddy?” Cindy asked. I was stunned and at a loss for words. An oncoming Honda Civic swerved into my lane. My windshield filled with light. I was in pain as the seat belt tightened across my chest. The light vanished along with my vision. I thoughtContinue reading “A Drive to the Park”

Tombstone, AZ

By Katherine Yocum Wednesday, July 4, 2007 The last body was found on the parched banks of the San Pedro River. Bloated, bulging, barren. Like a circus balloon holding onto its last bit of helium, floating aimlessly between abandoned rides and forgotten stands. This was Jane Doe number eight. The community had let the panicContinue reading “Tombstone, AZ”

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”