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…

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…

It’s Not Addiction It’s My Science by John Patrick Robbins

A friend asked me.  “Man, when are you going to stop drinking and chasing ass? I mean haven’t you had enough of this shit yet?”   I was puzzled at this question for I wasn’t merely some run of the mill drunken womanizer like all the rest. I was a scientist dedicated to my life…

John Wisnieski interviews Jason Beech

When did you begin writing, Jason? Did you begin by writing short stories?  I started writing in the late 1990s, but only to see if I could. I didn’t write anything that a publisher would touch but the two books did teach me to finish something and to recognise what did and didn’t work. I’d…

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…

London by Eoghan Lyng

London. It`s a city of dreams. Whether those dreams are those of luxury or poverty depend on your circumstance. Patrick certainly thought dreams were meant for waking up from, not looking forward to. Patrick lived in a hollow flat situated at the end of the Clapham Junction Railway Station, in a sodomised world of contempt….

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…

Trust by Don Stoll

You know that game where you’re supposed to let yourself fall backward and trust someone to catch you so you don’t knock yourself out? I used to appreciate that game. People call what I used to like perverted, but is trust perverted? Among human beings there’s no sentiment more noble than trust. Soldiers know this….

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 Change In Platforms by John Patrick Robbins

One day the rich will get tired of having to view the poor.  And in turn build large platforms over decaying cities to totally block them from view. So they won’t have to share the sun and can literally piss upon the poor.  They will never have to think of those less fortunate and the…