By Seamus 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”
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Bulletproof
By Mickey Dubrow Nell cradled the semi-automatic assault rifle in her arms like a baby, keeping it close to her body and giving it plenty of support with both arms. The rifle was fresh from the arms-factory that birthed it. Dozens of the rifle’s siblings hung on racks behind Nell at the Bullard Arms booth,Continue reading “Bulletproof”
Tool #2
By Chris Bunton and VT Comics (Tool #1 can be found HERE.) The crickets and sounds of the peeper frogs were deafening in the forest as he silently moved along. Their sound brought him peace and joy, in the midst of the turmoil of his mind. “How could this be true? How could I beContinue reading “Tool #2”
Tool #1
by VT Comics and Chris Bunton (Find Tool #2 HERE) Drowning. He awoke drowning. Underwater in the middle of a dark frigid sea with no clue which way was up or where to find air. Drowning was not the right word, because he was very tough, and difficult to kill. But, he certainly would needContinue reading “Tool #1”
Fossil
By Steve Saulsbury They noticed the older man at the beach where people went looking for fossils. He was fiddling with his pack on a picnic table. Shane sprawled in the sand, puffing a crumpled cigarette. Lacey splashed along the shoreline. “Find any fossils?” Shane asked the man. “No. Just enjoying the scenery.” Lacey watchedContinue reading “Fossil”
Power Hour
By Chris Bunton “Hey kids, it’s almost power hour!” Ellen yelled. She closed her wind up pocket watch, as the kids came running into the room. “Ok, Lacy get all the re-chargeable batteries ready for the outlets. Carrie, get the pots ready to cook on the electric stove for dinner, and make sure the radioContinue reading “Power Hour”
Riders on the Storm
By John Haymaker It’s early morning, cold and raining. Palmer is lost and confused. He drives along a two-lane road meandering through rocky outcrops, pine forests, steep inclines and intermittent fog. It’s spooky. GPS is worthless here. He checks the rear view to see if he’s being followed. He catches a glimpse of himself andContinue reading “Riders on the Storm”