Not That Mean by Robert Ragan

Not That Mean   What am I doing? So in love, I’m starting to question my own morals. Yes, even criminals have morals. One time, I was forced to pull a gun on someone. It was during a burglary, my best friend and I thought no one was home. This friend, who I’m sure would…

Nurse by John Patrick Robbins

Nurse He had started drinking early and largely hadn’t slowed down aside for the occasional trip to the bathroom to either take a piss or puke. They all viewed him as a hardship case . His wife had left and took the kid . His fridge was empty minus some yuppie IPA beer she had…

A Fistful Of Poems from Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Throwing Shade   He says it is nothing like discus. Kind of like the javelin and less like medicine balls.   This one who talks like he competed in the Olympics.   A red Gold’s Gym muscle shirt to show off his veiny arms.   Making his pecs bounce around whenever the young girls from…

No Loyalty by Robert Ragan

Everyone had their own God. A set of rules they lived by. Brent used to believe, but he was about to throw forgiveness out the window. Jesus should have been able to handle his problem with Judas. A fistfight and the loser got crucified. Brent, riding in the passenger seat, watched the world go on…

The Book By It’s Cover by John Patrick Robbins

The Mandalay Bay Event Center was packed Vegas was alive as always, but especially when a big fight was in the air. They were there to see Ron, and he knew tonight was his night. The crowd was electric and come hell or high water, he was leaving that cage with the belt or being…

Recommended Read: Coal Black: Stories by Chris McGinley

Chris McGinley‘s Coal Black is a brilliantly powerful collection of short stories set in the hills of east Kentucky. This is a world of poverty, deperation, drug addiction, and crime. These are stories of good people and bad people living on the razor’s edge. The stories and the characters in Coal Black overlap, intertwine and interconnect…

Two Birds by John Patrick Robbins

Mitch hated the memories of the slaughter house, it was the job he knew would haunt him until his dying day . The dried blood in the air , death was an all too familiar smell that lingered and was enough to make you sick . It was weird but made easy with modern technology….

Switched Sides by Robert Ragan

I’m standing in line at the Kangaroo Circle with a pink can of Seagram’s Spiked Jamaican Me Happy. Two of the cashiers are talking about someone who just robbed the store and drove off in a black Explorer. Sure enough, two cops walk in the door wearing vests all in black. Immediately, my heart skips…

Two Days before Florence by Chris Benton

Two days before Hurricane Florence hits, I wake up with another concussion. My wife’s been giving them to me every other week for months now, and I don’t know which one will be the blessed last. During the latest, I was having another dream of hell, laid bare within a vast, piss-reeking ditch with all…