Submitted Short Stories
by Indigo Pearl When Patrick called to let us know his mom died, I was sitting on the living room floor with my best friend, talking about music. She wanted to know how I write my songs, how a feeling or idea ends up as a collection of words and […]
by Steve Corbett That’s me standing at the peach-colored condo‘s tubular metal gate, staring at the killing ground where Nicole Brown Simpson’s thick blood once flowed, where Ronald Goldman also died in a deep crimson pool of his own gore unleashed by a vicious knife attack. I’m in Los Angeles […]
by J.W.E. Askew Whether it is the sight of transsexuals strolling down the street, packed synagogues or mobs of people brawling with the police, Iran never fails to defy expectations. This is a country far more enigmatic than the land of flag-burning zealots its portrayed as in the West. Yet, beyond […]
by Kidman J. Williams It has been 20 years since the 9/11 attacks. It was the worst assault on U.S. soil by a foreign enemy that our country had ever seen. I was just 23 years old living in an apartment on the sixth floor in Carol Stream, IL. It […]
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 […]
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