The Living Space

Dystopian Story By Melissa R. Mendelson The walls were white. The carpeting was as uncomfortable as the sheets. The covers were soft but stained, the pillow flat. The slippers barely held together, and I kicked them aside. The pajamas hung loosely, and I held the waist to keep my pants from falling down. The bathroomContinue reading “The Living Space”

Thirty Years Of Silence

By Melissa R. Mendelson Today said good-bye as its warm light flooded the compartment, settling on her knees. The glass window reflected both hope and sadness, yesterday felt far away, but tomorrow was even further. Her fingertips lingered along the metal frame, shaking with each vibration, and her hand fell toward the speaker near herContinue reading “Thirty Years Of Silence”

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”

Upstaged

Flash Fiction by Scott MacLeod Fergus MacTurk’s ma used to like to quote old Bobby Burns about mice and men’s best laid plans. Well things had gone about as “agley” as fucking possible. He sat in the back of the gleaming black sedan staring at the back of a couple of FBI windbreakers. The dayContinue reading “Upstaged”

The Family Vig

Flash Fiction by John Bobo Boston, Massachusetts “Hey!” “Yeah?” Mike cursed himself for answering the phone without screening the number, but at noon on his only day off, the pickup was pure reflex. “It’s me.” “Oh, OK.” He glanced at the screen. “You calling from a different number.” “Yeah, a pay phone.” “Where the hellContinue reading “The Family Vig”

Pole Dancer

Crime Fiction 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 himselfContinue reading “Pole Dancer”

Dexter and Milhaus

By Andy Betz Dexter knew where Milhaus lived. He knew where Milhaus worked. Dexter knew every aspect of the life of Milhaus. He even knew that Milhaus had to die today. What Dexter didn’t know was how he could kill Milhaus. It couldn’t be by any conventional means and it most certainly had to bothContinue reading “Dexter and Milhaus”

Spit for Luck

Western Fiction 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 aContinue reading “Spit for Luck”