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”
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Lady Gangster
By Jimmy Boom Semtex Lady Gangster Tickle tickle kiss kiss girl over there The one carrying the pistol and a grin With locks to die for looks to kill A real lady kill you without blinking Manchester’s finest gangster woman Finest in the hood no wannabe here Take a photo of her she’s famous AsContinue reading “Lady Gangster”
Teresa
By Jimmy Boom Semtex teresa was a gun fighter armed to the hilt with black teeth from chewing tobacco carrying a forty five on each hip each locked loaded ready to go shooting lazy white men who wanted to fuck bonk shag have possess her those big fat slugs whacked them down like dead dogsContinue reading “Teresa”
Coffee and Donuts
By David Centorbi I had to go to Miami for a Truth-or-Dare job. ToD was my gig for a long time. The Army taught me well. And they gave me so many opportunities to practice: Somali, Haiti, Iraq 1 and 2, then for some R & R in Cuba—Terrorist Island, where they brought the HeadlinersContinue reading “Coffee and Donuts”
Loraine
By Gratia Serpento Loraine thought she was being watched. Every time she crossed the street or stepped out of her car, her skin would prickle with the fear of eyes. She kept looking over her shoulder at every shake of the wind, half expecting someone with a machete to be standing behind her. But, despiteContinue reading “Loraine”
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”
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”