Gorehounds

(Or The Case Surrounding Crystal Woijick’s Supposedly Lost Death Tape) By Cindy Pereira “You don’t look the type of the girl that’d be into this shit,” Raoul Davenport says with a condescending smirk. Yeah, and you look exactly like the sort that jerks off to it and watches the Columbine surveillance tapes on loop. IContinue reading “Gorehounds”

Drunk Tank

By Dick Johnson Carl awoke. His head hurt and the light was bright. His memory flooded back to him, and he realized where he was. He was in his underwear, and lying on a concrete bunk in a room with almost zero features. There were fluorescent lights in mesh glass above, grey rubber walls, aContinue reading “Drunk Tank”

Bank Robbery Hostage

By A. Williams Jason ran his hand through his dark curly hair as he stood in line at the bank. His boss hadn’t even wanted to let him off early even though he knew the bank closed at 5 p.m. He hated his job. “Put your cell phones away! Don’t want you calling the copsContinue reading “Bank Robbery Hostage”

Lavender Diamond

By Edward Sheehy I’m done writing first-person point-of-view stories. My latest saga of a modern family stretching back several generations, voiced by 72 first-person characters including pet dogs and cats and a crow circling the narrative dispensing omniscient commentary, had been soundly rejected by dozens of publishers. My agent said first-person was overdone, mine inContinue reading “Lavender Diamond”

.38

By Seamus O’Leary Jack’s slim form moved through the dancers on the night club floor, like a panther moving through a jungle of flashing lights. Nubs followed, and everyone got out of his way. They entered a door in the back, which opened into a short hall lit by fluorescent lights in the ceiling, andContinue reading “.38”

Thou Shalt Not…

By Dick Johnson Sweat dripped down his face as he watched his house. This wasn’t the first time she had cheated and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But, it would be the last time she cheated on him, with this guy. Wind blew through the trees above him, cooling him slightly. It was summerContinue reading “Thou Shalt Not…”

The Quarry

By Jason Smith Alex and his car were found at the same quarry where the man from 1984 was buried. The front of his car was a crumbled wreck. He had driven through a barricade and rolled down a hill before plunging to his final resting place. His autopsy showed his alcohol limit was aboveContinue reading “The Quarry”

Judge and Jury

By William M. McIntosh I’ve seen just about everything. Thirty-three years in and I still get excited, though. The chase. The capture. The power. The idea that your hard work has paid off and you’re still the man; there ain’t a feeling that comes close. I remember my first. I still think about it allContinue reading “Judge and Jury”

Hard Case

By Glen Bush The wooden screen door slammed shut sending a rickety echo through the tavern.  The two fans sitting at each end of the hand-made, but not well-made, bar did little more than disperse the muggy, August air. It was St. Louis and August, nothing more needed to be said.  The smiling barfly atContinue reading “Hard Case”

My Wife’s Brother

By Steven James Cordin I woke up with Joe’s gun in my face.  I rolled over on to my side and shut my eyes.  “Whatever it is, can it wait till after I have some coffee?” “You ruined my life!”  Joe screamed.  “You are a dead man!” I opened my eyes again.  The clock onContinue reading “My Wife’s Brother”