That Money

By Shamus 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

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 cup for a drugContinue reading “Dirty Blog 6”

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”

Pole Dancer

By Shamus O’ Leary Jack and Nubs stormed up to the front of the South side Projects building. Jack went in the front door while Nubs went around to cover any routes of escape. Jack took the stairs, like he always did. He hated the confined space of the elevator, and prided himself on beingContinue reading “Pole Dancer”

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?”

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”

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”

Tracked

by Rena Robinett AIRPORT I – KALI I was sitting in the United concourse at San Francisco airport sucking Cappuccino foam off a spoon when I spotted him. This was my third time tracking him out of SFO, using a TSA security badge from an old friend. He came out of Terminal Three, walking fastContinue reading “Tracked”

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”

Altered Evil

By Chris Bunton      It was the end of October, and the haunted house was over. He felt sad that he would not be able to frighten any more children, or the mommies escorting them. No more hot chocolate. No more secret conversations in the dark with the skinny little clown girl, who followed him everywhere.    Continue reading “Altered Evil”