Submitted Short Stories
by: Ty Reynolds 2:00 AM Watching a friend struggle to combat the effects of an intense acid trip is both infatuating and mildly terrifying. It gives rise to one of the great lists of “what-now’s?”. What the fuck do I do with this guy? Do I just sit back and […]
We just got backs from deepest jungle after my friend got bittened by that big, ugly bat. He is in the baño, bleeding out his eyeballs, and turning into a Pishtaco. Only God saves us all.
Concrete steps rose towards the iron-railed concrete platform and into the black metal door draped by a clothed awning labeled with white block letters. “The Backdoor” spelled out against the entrances draped black. Long strips of structured stone formed the shell which the small bar resides within. Bars tend to […]
by Kyle K. Mann You have to realize that the late 1970’s were a time so different from our current benighted era as to be incomprehensible, even to those who lived through it and are still alive. No cell phones or iPads, no computers. No AIDS! TV’s were big ugly […]
by Dr. Rocket with Ms. Gonzo Editor’s Note: For convenience, we will add new chapters at the bottom, and print the story as one complete narrative. The latest installment is Chapter 8-10. The capacity crowd at Wild Bill’s Saloon were wildly yet amiably drunk that late August night, and some […]
Randall looked down at the broken shoelace on his left sneaker that he had simply tied back in place after unintentionally stretching it too its limits that morning, causing it to snap in his hands. He unconsciously attempted to flex the persistent pain from the fist he had struck his […]
Caffeine supplies were dwindling to dangerously low levels. Given the night of tornado warnings, this was a problem. As was the broken hurricane shutter. Intermittent blackouts were rolling through the area more frequently than the waves hitting Brickell. This was a problem, as we no longer had consistent access […]
I lost my job in the spring of 2017. After a month of depression and the depletion of my funds, I started selling my most useless, although valuable possessions. Items sold are as follows: A bicycle without a seat or innertubes, a vintage slide projector from the 1950’s, a child’s […]
EDITORS NOTE: We received this submission from a strange Italian man who asked to be called Dada Skabowabo since his real name would link him back to things we didn’t want to know about. We tried to do what we could, but the original manuscript had blood on it that smeared the […]
by Dr. Rocket with Ms. Gonzo Editor’s Note: For convenience, we will add new chapters at the bottom, and print the story as one complete narrative. The latest installment is Chapter Seven: Blowout The capacity crowd at Wild Bill’s Saloon were wildly yet amiably drunk that late August night, […]
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