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”

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”

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”

Protecting Ginger

By Seamus O’ Leary “Vaccines made me a criminal” Nubs said. “What?” Jack asked He looked out of the Lincoln’s driver side window at the cheap south side hotel where Ginger and the girls were performing. “Yeah, they say that vaccines have chemicals that affect the brain and give kids, ADD, ADHD, Autism, and stuffContinue reading “Protecting Ginger”

Immeasurable Acts of Violence

By Cullen Corkery At some point, the noise and rhythmic thumping of a bass-boosted stereo became too much, despite the coke we’d snorted earlier in the bathroom upon arriving, and despite the vodka cranberries I’d been guzzling half the night. I focused my eyes and found Ray a couple yards down from the balcony whereContinue reading “Immeasurable Acts of Violence”

Visiting Mom

by Seamus O’ Leary Nubs drove his grey 1990 Lincoln Town Car through the toll plaza on I-90 in Chicago, while holding his cell phone to his ear with the three fingers of his left hand. “I’m going to visit with my ma. I’ll only be a little bit, and then I’ll meet you there.”Continue reading “Visiting Mom”

Serial Killer Camp

by Chris Bunton The keypad on his door chimed that familiar tune, which he had memorized by now. The door popped open and Doctor Chin entered his cell. “Hello Gary. How are you today?” The doctor asked. Chin wore jeans and a button up shirt under his white doctor’s coat, and carried a tablet. “I’mContinue reading “Serial Killer Camp”

Bag of Soap

By Dick Johnson I was in the county jail. I won’t say which one. But, I was locked up in a cell block with 6 other guys. We were all awaiting trial. The cell block was made up of 2 cells with bunks, connected by a day room, with a table. The jail was overcrowdedContinue reading “Bag of Soap”