Fiction: Terry’s car by Matthew Borczon

Susan knew she had other options, knew she was pretty, whatever that meant. She also knew she was tired of being a second choice. This was something she learned the hard way first from the quarterback in high school who wrote her love poems but slept with her friend all because she wanted to be…

Fiction: Family Guy? By Paul Matts

Karan O’Keefe’s life is based around fund raising. An orphan as a child, from the age of eighteen he has focused his time on persuading people to part with a portion of their salaries. By way of direct debit, into the coffers of various charities. And he arranges events, such as today’s fundraiser for Human…

Fiction: N.Y. State of Mind By Michael A. Gonzales (inspired by Nas)

Photo by Paul Price “The illest niggas in New York City live in Brooklyn,” my homeboy home LaRoc used to say, and in the summer of ’86, when we both dwelled in the hell that was the Brooklyn Arms Hotel, nothing could’ve been more true. More than two decades later, the building itself, which was…

Fiction: The Knife Angel By J.B. Stevens

The Knife Angel brought tourists. A hundred thousand blades surrendered and turned into a sculpture. A black hole, sucking up everything nearby. Back home in Savannah everyone had guns. Here in Britain it was knives. Same problem, different tool. Each visitor was an opportunity. Billy made the most of it. When he left Georgia to…

Fiction: Désirée by Sebnem Sanders

  I met my old friend Tom at an all-night bar I’d never been to before. He’d said, “Come before midnight on Friday, and we’ll drink and talk till we drop dead.” I found him sitting at a table for two, opposite the mahogany long-bar. Relishing an expensive malt, we chatted about work, women, and…

Fiction: Smiles by Liam Sweeny

I’ve perfected all the smiles and they’re in my wallet like credit cards. When I’m lugging my grocery basket on the bus home and the driver tells me ‘hey, it could be worse,’ I pull out the ‘Amen’ smile. That one’s tearing around the seams, I use it so much. When my boss gives me…

Fiction: The Kid with the Sad Face by Jason Beech

Molly Molly sat hunched opposite him, her face hidden behind long blonde hair, the smell of cheap bacon a nasty tenant in her nostrils. He rested on his elbows, raisin eyes fierce in a doughy face, a giant above her – angry being with her, angry she couldn’t stem the tears, angry she couldn’t open…

Fiction: A VULGAR DISPLAY OF POWER By Tom Leins

11am. The Black Regent Rooming House. I peel the bloody dressing off my nose and drop it into the sink. Jesus. My face looks like something out of a fucking horror-show. I’ve been sticking my nose into other people’s business for longer than I can remember. Usually for money, sometimes out of sheer perversity. My…

Fiction: Outlaws by Robert Ragan

So many people want to be outlaws. They want the adrenaline rush that comes with the gunfire. They don’t realize the blood remains on their hands long after it’s washed off. Devin would make fun of you for having a conscience. He had the best work ethic of any thief out there. Creative when putting…