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…

Fiction: The Power of the Donk by Jim Shaffer

 When Tommy slammed on the brakes of the ’56 Chevy Bel Air, two things happened: Ellie’s face bounced hard off the dashboard and the body on the back seat bashed against the front seat and collapsed on the floor.           “Gonnamn it, Tommy!” She sounded like she was talking in a bucket.           Ellie punched…

FICTION: REVENGE CAN BE SWEET BY PAUL MATTS

‘You there yet?’ Daniel’s voice is coming through clearly on my new Nokia mobile phone. ‘Not yet mate. Just met Kush in McDonalds.’ ‘Thought he couldn’t make it.’ ‘Turns out he can. Now saying he wouldn’t miss it for the world.’ We both laugh. ‘We’ll see Jake inside I s’pose,’ I suggest. ‘Yeah, I guess….

FICTION: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME BY BEAU JOHNSON

For his eighty-six years, Mantooth appears stronger than he is.  Veins on his forearms like cables.  A chest that could still be classed as barrel.  None of it mattered.  Not once we begin.  Four teeth falling from his mouth and we’re halfway to the place I want us to be. “You’re going to tell me…

Fiction: One More Season by Paul Matts

‘Please allow me to introduce myself.’ No, I’m not Beelzebub, as Mick Jagger sang in ‘Sympathy for the Devil’. Far from it. I’d hope. Although maybe some connected to the various organizations I’ve worked with may beg to differ. Disgruntled players, disappointed supporters, frustrated officials. I’ll explain. You can call me an ‘Unknown coach’. I…

Fiction: All That and More by Bill Baber

What if I told you things about me no one else knew? Things no one would probably expect from me? I wonder what you would think; wonder if you would be surprised or-more likely –shocked. You see, I’m not who I appear to be. I am not the man you think you know. I am…

Fiction: Conscience, Inc. by Richard Prosch

The Montrose advertised itself as the Lake’s finest dining experience: smoke-free, fat-free, carb-free, noise-free, gluten-free, sodium-free, and mostly flavor-free, though there were a few minerals in the water. But everybody said its appetizers were to die for. Andy  held up a sample—a hand-crafted, adobe-crock boiled cheese curd. “Jeez, Andy. Don’t put that stuff in your…

Fiction: Evel Knievel and the Fat Elvis Diner By Richard Wall

The man stared through glass at the immense, dark thunderhead that filled the horizon.             Cumulonimbus.             Impressive.             Towering like a huge anvil in the vast Oklahoma sky.             Even at this distance he could see the grey curtain of rain beneath it; see threads of lightning poking at the earth like the antagonistic…

Drabble: Swamplands by Paul D. Brazill

Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams. The nightmares had consisted of him being hunted through a swamp by the murderous spectre of Jesse, his stillborn twin. His pounding heartbeat seemed to echo through the mansion. He stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face and looked…