Submitted Short Stories
By: Alex Waller “Finally, some ordinary occurrence in daily life can bring the abrupt traumatic realisation that not only is every possible content transitory and ephemeral, but so too, is the ego itself. Ever vulnerable, in youth as well as in age, to illness and infirmity in body and mind, […]
artwork copyright 2015 Josh Chambers By: Marc D. Goldfinger I’m not saying that there is no such thing as a solid reality. Really, what I mean by that statement is that all we get to go on is a construct of reality filtered through to us by our nerve systems […]
artwork copyright© 2015 joeyfeldman, all rights reserved; www.joeyfeldman.com By: Kidman J. Williams Adolf Hitler was a cunt! That is the only statement that comes to mind when I think about the cowardly little former painter turned Cunty McTwatalot. I know, most writers would write something a little less abrasive, a little […]
Art by kristjan By: Kyle K. Mann They almost wouldn’t let me check in at the Westwood Holiday Inn. I was dressed in faded jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, and didn’t have a credit card. Having had little sleep in days didn’t help my looks or attitude. And I was […]
art by Josh Chambers by Tony X Stanton I was standing at the bar of what passes for my local, The Turf, when my mate Cris’ wife Amanda strode up followed closely by a very sober Cris. The Turf is an old fashioned type of bar. It doesn’t have a […]
artwork by Steven Joseph Osuchowski by Eric Pahel My flight had landed, and after a short detainment to determine the nature of my stay and check for any past associations which may have implicated me in some past deviance, I was permitted to continue. While they were unable to find any suspicious associations, they […]
artwork copyright© 2015 joeyfeldman, all rights reserved www.joeyfeldman.com By Maven Cade Leary What kind of a society do we live in that our rare moments of truth are nearly only to be found in drug induced adventures of the most meaningless significance? Where can we go to find meaning beyond […]
by Ralph Steadman “I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn’t know I could commit suicide at any time,” he told me many years ago, and I knew he meant it. It wasn’t a case of if but when. He didn’t reckon he would make it beyond […]
by David Pratt Darby had their number. The bastards. They weren’t going to get away with it this time. He ratcheted down South Main dragging his bum leg, digging himself in the shop windows bent against the wind in a coat too thin and the ass of his pants all […]
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