Dim Waghorn by Paul Matts

The police walked in, looking for Dim Waghorn. ‘He ain’t here,’ Stef, the barman snaps. ‘Ain’t been in all day,’ Sly, one of his patrons adds. The other two fellas at the bar, Daz and Rootz shake their heads, as if confirming this fact. Mickey Fleas, pissed, appears from the Gents. Half-finished pint of Guinness…

I am the Resurrection by John Bowie

Max’s Filipino Taxi Dancehall was a real shithole… And it didn’t have a dance floor. A stench came from piss that ran out the front door, down the street and to the beach outside. A make-shift urinal fixed to the bar-front meant they drank, pissed and worse without moving for days. It was a real…

Sooner Or Later The Light Must Come by Ian Lewis Copestick

So, here we are, mid January. 3 weeks past the winter solstice, And already the nights are Slowly getting lighter. It’s 4:15 Before it gets dark. A couple of weeks ago, it was pitch black By 4:00. As a reality and an analogy It helps to cheer me up. “This too will pass.” It never…

Can of Worms by Paul Matts

The best thing about moving into my new house is that I get to overhaul the garden. This hasn’t been the case for any of the previous houses I’ve rented. Usually you only maintain it. But here, I get to do what I want. It is overgrown and in desperate need of controlling, with leggy…

Recommended Read: Let It Snow by Nigel Bird

A young policeman is killed by a suicidal teenager while the city – and the murder investigation- is crippled by a snowstorm. Nigel Bird’s Let It Snow smoothly combines kitchen-sink social-realism with a Brit Grit police procedural and is as authentic as it is involving. Let It Snow is the first in Nigel Bird’s new series…

The Gift That Keeps On Giving by Paul D. Brazill

Living well is the best revenge, or so they say, apparently. And, for most of my life, I did live well – very well – once I’d broken free of Seatown’s umbilical cord, which had been strangling me like a noose. Fame. Money. Drugs. Travel. Fast cars. Faster women. All of the above. And it…

Against All The Odds by Ian Lewis Copestick

My father is already battling cancer. On the way to the hospital for both Radio and Chemotherapy the poor guy Had a stroke. Having been there Myself, I know how hard that can be. Going to the hospital to see him It struck me that every day the hospital’s Full. It’s almost impossible  to Find…

THE NAUGHTY LIST By Tom Leins

It was a bitterly cold day when the bodies appeared. Not the coldest day of the year, but pretty fucking chilly. The half-cut eyewitness said they floated up from the bottom of Paignton Harbour like bubbles in cheap champagne. From what I heard, ‘bodies’ was overstating the case – the corpses had been dismembered and…

Recommended Read: Bongo Fury by Simon Maltman

Jimmy Black runs a small-town music shop called Bongo Fury. He is a family man, a part-time private eye, and a drug dealer, whose brother is a bit of a big noise in the Ulster paramilitary. The various strands of Jimmy’s life become violently entangled in Simon Maltman’s short n sharp novella collection, Bongo Fury….

My M.R.I. by Ian Lewis Copestick

Tonight, I went for a M.R.I. scan An hour of trying to lay completely still Inside a tube that makes really loud Space noises. Wom – wom – wom – Wom – wom – wom – wom – wom – wom Bzzzzfffzzzt ! Bzzzzfffzzzt ! Wom – wom – wom – wom – wom ….