Hustler Man

By Dick Johnson I’m a hustler by trade. Basically, I work very hard to avoid having a traditional job. I just don’t like people telling me what to do and living according to some made up rules, which mean nothing to me. Now, being a hustler doesn’t mean I always commit crimes. I do workContinue reading “Hustler Man”

Clear

By Chris Bunton Sarah and her friends exited the city bus, and walked the short half block along the clean streets to the Metro Station. The young girls were dressed to the nines and were excited to get to the concert. They laughed, chatted, giggled and checked their phones, taking selfies. It was a beautifulContinue reading “Clear”

Christmas Crime

By John Haymaker Christmas morning held no real surprise for twelve-year-old Xavier. He knew what his elder brother Drake wanted and knew how he’d get it. He wanted a Christmas tree – a real one, not the ball of tumbleweed their step-father Fred suspended from the ceiling like a chandelier each year. Painted white andContinue reading “Christmas Crime”

Crawling

By Matt McCain  A dense layer of fog covered the long countryside road—the layer so thick, Deborah Peacock was unable to see more than five feet in front of her from the pavement level perspective she had. Her body ached in pain, but she continued crawling down the road, trying to get away. Much ofContinue reading “Crawling”

Eating Long Swine

By Chris Bunton The video turns on and we see a man standing in a kitchen. He has long black hair tied in a pony tail, and a scraggly beard. The kitchen looks as unclean as he does. “Hey everybody!” The man says to the camera, as he leans forward and places his hands onContinue reading “Eating Long Swine”

Last Meal

By Matthew Senn I sit down to the smell of steak and skunk beer. There’s a greying woman behind the saloon bar flipping meals and meat with a rusty fork. She turns and smiles holding out a finger for me to wait. “Take your time. There’s no hurry.” “Cold out there?” “Yes, ma’am.” I adjustContinue reading “Last Meal”

Spit for Luck

By Matthew Senn “If it’s so goddamn cold in here, how come I’m sweatin’ my ass off?” The three other men who stood with Rhys ‘Luck’ Cain in the small abandoned homestead, all gave him their fair share of looks as they watched him stand next to the small wood stove wearing a buffalo coat,Continue reading “Spit for Luck”

Caged for Dinner

By Chris Bunton One bite and the memories came flooding back like it was yesterday. He remembered the first time they met. It was at the fountain in the park, and his dog “Bowzer” had tried to hump her little poodle “Trixy”. They laughed so hard trying to separate them and keep them apart whileContinue reading “Caged for Dinner”