Two Days before Florence by Chris Benton

Two days before Hurricane Florence hits, I wake up with another concussion. My wife’s been giving them to me every other week for months now, and I don’t know which one will be the blessed last. During the latest, I was having another dream of hell, laid bare within a vast, piss-reeking ditch with all…

Lucita’s Salacious Secret by Jesse “Heels” Rawlins

Mescal peered at the fifteen women assembled on the mesa— They sure got that boy aroused. Not because they sprawled half-dressed …. But because they lay there dead. Me? I grabbed the Canon looped around my neck—and rabidly fired pictures. I knew from prior visits we had no phone reception here. The sun sat high…

Piano Man by Graham Wynd

‘That do for you, Tommy?’ Eric had a think. Surely he was always Frank and Earnest: Frank in the north, Ernie in the south. This was north. ‘Frank, love, the name’s Frank.’ Daftie. But she was well fit, a regular gym devotee. He was a bit surprised when she responded so well to his flirting….

Burning The Wound by Giovanni Mangiante

I was standing near the bus stop one Tuesday night on Colonial Avenue. Here in Lima Peru it doesn’t rain as heavy as in other countries, but still a continuous drizzle had been falling for a few hours, covering the roads, the sidewalks, and every single soul outside in the cold that night. Umbrellas are…

The Tut by Paul D. Brazill

After enduring forty-five years of a marriage that was, at best, like wading through treacle, Oliver Beacock Robinson eventually had enough and smothered his wife with the beige corduroy cushion that he’d accidentally burned with a cigarette two fraught days before. Oliver had been, for most of his life, a temperate man and he had…

Too Many Cigarettes Can Cause A Revolution by R.M. Engelhardt

Too Many Cigarettes Can Cause A Revolution   If you swallow poison your heartbeat stands still, then stops to usher in our brother death. All welcome and warm. It’s happened before for I am no stranger. I walk this weary world alone this mortal coil looking for whatever may be a truth, love oh God…

Flash Fiction Offensive’s 11th year anniversary.

‘Greetings all you Gutterites. Ezine years are even longer than dog years. And we’ve reserved November to celebrate Flash Fiction Offensive‘s 11th year anniversary. Readers. Writers. Editors. That’s a lotta love and energy. The chocolate frosting we offer on today’s cake is surely bittersweet. Yet we’re pleased to present the tale “Loaded Guns” — penned…

Case Files by Ian Lewis Copestick

Case # 46654/29-e. I have it on good authority that the bumbling, incompetent fools that made such a mess of their assignment in Canterbury have been dealt with in an appropriate manner ; They were infected with the substance that they failed to achieve their objective with. V.P. neither makes the same mistake twice, or…

The Muse by Sebnem E. Sanders

Sharma’s passion was writing, but she had to toil at a boring job. She devoted any free time to her work in progress, trying to adhere to her daily word count target of 1000. Always scribbling in her notebook, at lunch break and after dinner at home, she immersed herself in stories instead of going…

Noir Evenings on an Uneven Street by John Greiner

There’s nothing but noir evenings on this street where the pavement is uneven. Never try to build up the infrastructure with a bunch of scabs who have no romance for civilization n their bones. The gunman is on his way to the pawn shop to get the ticket redeemed on his art. I saw him…