Renegade by Mark McConville

She spoke to me behind a mask. Her hands shook but her legs were still, her voice broken, but I could hear what she was expressing. She then sang the REM hit It’s The End Of The World As We Know It. Clarity and assurance went hand in hand, the rendition of a beautiful touch,…

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One by Paul D. Brazill

Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Ginger Ronny had told Burkey about the murder towards the bitter end of one of their occasional raucous Tuesday night drinking sessions, as the dawn had desperately begun to grasp for life and Malcolm Duffy was grumpily getting ready to close up Le Duffy. But it wasn’t until…

Shirts by Sebnem E. Sanders

Shirts    Sandy had a fetish about men’s shirts, especially white ones. French cuffs and cufflinks as additional attractions, she hunted males wearing elegant bespoke suits, lately hard to find. Not fond of the current fashion trends, she loathed modern jackets which looked as though their owners had outgrown them. Why did men want tight…

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…

Hide by Alex Z. Salinas

Hide By Alex Z. Salinas There was once a writer who killed so many folks in his stories that he got the idea to try it himself. He was a paranoid type so it took him months of planning. He accomplished his task; cleanup was a doozy. Beyond that I can’t say more. He discovered…

Kiss Like a Fist by Graham Wynd

She had a mouth that could raise the dead. It had raised me plenty over the years, but I’d never been close enough to Rosaline’s orbit to do anything about it. Until tonight. I brought her a third martini and her tongue had loosened enough to share some sage advice with me as she leaned…

The Soldier by Mark McConville

While I see you, I’m looking for redemption, salvation. My inner strength has been compromised, but you are in my sight, my light. I stand on the borderline, the edge, looking down at the sea. You’re sacrificing your ambitions, helping me find my way. Yesterday, we loved the world, we carried on, refusing to give…

Yesterday’s Wine by Paul D. Brazill

Pauline Williams really hadn’t wanted to talk to her brother. Not for a while, anyway. She’d been giving him the cold shoulder recently. She’d had more than enough of Billy’s shenanigans over the years, so she started to ignore his text messages and calls. She’d even unfriended him on Facebook. But when she found out…

Lavender by K. A. Laity

I smelled lavender again today.  Nigel would bring me lavender from his walks across the fields, throw his arms around my shoulders and smother me in a hug. Lavender: the scent that meant his absence, his return. He would never come back now. Instead the lavender’s perfume arrived, bidding me remember, remember.  I turned back…

Cries… by Mark McConville

Dreams wither in her head as she sees the decline of the world. Moments of terror hit the streets, and hearts can’t be recycled when they’re spooked by gunshots. Life is hanging in the balance and this young tearaway knows she must tread carefully through smoky boulevards. People lie here, some alive and desperate, but…