Submitted Short Stories
by Kris Khatchikian “Is that him”? “No,” I whispered in an aggressive tone, “don’t point!” slapping his hand down with a quick flash. “Do you know how to act, goddamnit” This was strange territory, unfamiliar faces, a stench of previous crimes and an electricity that something illegal and possibly evil […]
by Tony X Stanton I was sitting alone at 3am on a weeknight in the Bourbon Bar in Las Vegas. Well, not technically alone. I was sitting with 3 off duty dancers/strippers, a guy dressed as a bad 80’s heavy metal cliche from one of the shows and a great […]
by Donnie Casto II “I don’t believe in fairy tales, because there is no happily ever after in life.” The words hit him harder than a sucker punch to the stomach. Life broke everyone to a degree, but to hear such a statement from a child whose biggest worry should’ve been […]
by Rob Azevedo Dear Willy, Jenny told me you called the other night. You sounded beaten, like someone had taken a rivet gun to your insides. And before she had the chance to tell me you got laid off from your rugging job, I knew life had you licking the curb. There was […]
A Troubadour’s Reflection on the 36th Frame (The Dude meets Raoul Duke) by Donnie Casto II It seems life, like the great magnet, a.k.a ‘God’, ‘Creator’, or whatever title you assign IT, operates at polar extremes. Wiser men and women than your’s truly have often said that what is evident in […]
by Robert Oldenburg The Capital Theatre was undoubtedly the nicest building in town. Few locals would debate it. It was one of the few buildings that could still be dated back to a more prosperous time. When, with the first moments of the town’s inception not far removed, the monies […]
by Christopher Joyce Taken from Chapter 6, Ginger Gone Bitter, out of Canal Days… (a Celebration of Counterfeit Dreams…), I celebrated my eighteenth at home with Ginger, Haddie, Jack, and Jordan. It was supposed to be a quiet party, just Haddie, Jack, Ginger, myself, and good old fashioned weed, beer, […]
By: Rob Azevedo The sound coming from inside The Woodpecker Lounge was a mixture of brilliance and raw nerve. Last Breath’s legendary blues man, Dick Zaino, was setting off rockets with his red Stratocaster, gassing through songs about guilt and suffering, belting out one after another, looking lean and tanned, his hair slicked sweet, eyes […]
By Maven Cade Leary “God Dammit! Not Again!” I cursed at the world, grateful in the knowledge no sane God could possibly be listening to my bullshit. And even if one could be, it is highly unlikely that he/she would be. Between me and the seven or whatever billion humans […]
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