Submitted Short Stories
By Kidman J. Williams art copyright© 2015 joeyfeldman, all rights reserved www.joeyfeldman.com I was sitting there staring at this young sandy-haired boy on my television screen as Judge James Gosnell approached his bench, “Please be seated,” he called out like it was a normal day at work. He sat down and you […]
by Kyle K. Mann The fact is, I didn’t know who she was, and she was scary. Back in 1968 I was a bright-eyed lad of 17 with shoulder-length hair and a full, just-grown mustache, which made me look older. I’d gone from weenie punk to fully-fledged Bay Area hipster […]
By R.T. Moody art by kristjan kristjansson Hung over, Jared Marvel vomited once on himself while sleeping and then again in the toilet a few hours later… Upon leaving the bathroom, he hit the light switch again. It had been three weeks since the electric company had shut the power off and he […]
By R.T. Moody artwork by EDWARD For a time after he had awakened, Daniel Corbin, gazed up at the star-studded, moon lit sky… He had spent his whole life examining the heavens, and it still filled him with as much awe now as it did when he was just a boy. […]
By Maven Cade Leary I quit smoking weed once, for about a week. I was in an ashram, and out of respect for their rules, I arrived stone cold sober without any backup. I was still young and under the impression that there was going to be some serious mystical […]
By David C. Pillips You peel that whip? Meaning did ‘you steal that car?!’ He weaved through traffic like a damn ninja. Speedy gonzo-no-balls. I wrestled up next to him at the last light possible and SCREAMED ‘you steal that car?!’ He looked over into my eyes, with a teardrop […]
By Charlie Seller artwork by Dan Reece Eddie Burke was down on his knees in front of the toilet bowl staring at his lunch in its semi-digested state: a mixture of chunky yellows, pale greens and pureed processed veal patty. Anti-peristelsis: the bane of all junkies and their teeth. Beads of sweat grew and […]
By: Kidman J. Williams People look at death in so many different ways. Certain people don’t look at it at all, but those are the ones who are truly afraid of it. Death is not misogynistic, it is not racist, it sees no gender; death knows nothing about class, […]
The Cult of Nemesis: Part 2: Tale of the Reaper… (read Part One here) By Donnie Casto II The troubadour found himself troubled at the writing of the Nemeian acolyte. “How could such a cult gain such a following over the minds of mankind?” he wondered to himself. Turning around, […]
The troubadour found himself in the midst of tombs and holy places where the soulless and dead were to rest. Deep in empty thought, where the souls of dead spoke in the flutter of the wind, a being clothed in scarlet robes with flaked dry and scaled skin dropped to […]
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