Buggery by Eoghan Lyng

“My name is Roger. I’m a fan of The Beatles, the movies and being mercilessly sucked off from time to time”. Roger was a good looking chap. Brown haired, blue eyed, six foot two. He had a nice face, and a nicer arsehole. Stephen looked him up and down once or twice, downing his stout…

Godan Blood Harmony by Garret Schuelke (Part One)

Pain shot through Gareth’s face. He screamed, turned to the side, and covered his cheek. “You really have been pounding the bottle hard,” he heard someone above him say. He heard some slurping. “I could probably get drunk on your blood.” Gareth pulled his hand away. In the moonlight, he saw blood cover his palm….

NO ONE KNEW HE WAS GONE by Bradford Middleton

It had been a tough, tough life and Jack had grown bored, so very bored of how his middle-age was shaping up. In the not too distant past Friday night would have meant a time to unload, a time to just get completely drunk and forget all the ordeals that had afflicted his week at…

MARSH BARTON FINK By Tom Leins

Marsh Barton Industrial Estate, Exeter, Devon. Silvio Foxx is a tall, uneasy looking man. He watches me cautiously from across the buckled concrete floor of his warehouse, an unlit high-tar cigarette dangling from his plump, girlish lips. “Mr Rey?” “That’s what my probation officer calls me…” He grunts, unimpressed with my humour, or my prison…

Flower Man By Morgan Boyd

With a six-pack under his tattooed arm, Cash steps into the crosswalk. Brakes squeal, and a pickup skids over the white line. Crashing over the hood, Cash bounces off the front window. He lands on his head in the middle of the street. Beer cans roll on the asphalt, hissing foamy little lager geysers. “Flower…

Positive Role Model by Robert Ragan

Larry Daniels was smooth, taking long drives from North Carolina to wherever the best prices were. Doctor’s weren’t prescribing pills the way they once were…so most of the heads were turning to heroin. With nothing but some kush, the re-up money, and a loaded 38 revolver…Larry crossed state lines thinking of everything that could go…

Spade, Rose and Blood by Paul Matts

She’s roaming the street in the very early hours of a wet English morning in August. Just like me. I crouch down. She stands still. Suspicious. Unsure. Doubting. Lost. Fed up. All the same emotions I have. I approach her. She backs off. I’ve decided she’s a lady. She remains still, her coat dripping in…

A short history of a universe in fold theory by James Walton

Cater is sixth generation.  The first messages took six months. It is now two hours. They are close. All droning work was finished, the machinery locked away in the preservation bay. The maintenance schedule has its own pace, a litany of processes now closer to manual control. The most interesting event is the daily air…

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL BY BEAU JOHNSON

New plan: find a better class of man. This is what’s going on under my extensions as Renee’s “friend” levels his gun at my head.  Well okay, there’s a little bit more to it than that, I suppose, but stuff such as this is meant to come with the territory, no?  Instead I have what…

Mr Whatever, Denise And Me by Ian Lewis Copestick

It must be getting on for 20 years ago now, but I’ll never forget it. I’d just been to score some smack, there was a McDonald’s not far from the dealer’s house so I decided to get a burger and a coffee before I got a taxi home. As I left the McDonald’s I heard…