Two Birds by John Patrick Robbins

Mitch hated the memories of the slaughter house, it was the job he knew would haunt him until his dying day . The dried blood in the air , death was an all too familiar smell that lingered and was enough to make you sick . It was weird but made easy with modern technology….

The Loneliest Greeting Card by John Patrick Robbins

The Loneliest Greeting Card The streets are all vacant and the city a ghost town. I didn’t belong but then again when did I ever? Least no one would notice a bum with a bottle, drunk off his ass walking down the seawall in Portsmouth. The few out weren’t here for the sights , for…

Just The Seagulls by John Patrick Robbins

I found myself burnt out as always alone on the beach . Why the hell was I drawn here , I cannot say . Maybe I was a junkie for the pain, maybe I just was unoriginal . And maybe it just reminded me of you . Either way I was here blown out of…

Fire Hazard by John Patrick Robbins

Manny and Bill sat outside the rinky dink little gas station the adrenaline still coursed through their veins. “I can’t believe we pulled it off dude! It was like taking candy from a fucking baby!” Manny said as he was practically shaking with excitement. “We damn sure got lucky good thing we had scoped the…

I Am Far From Amused By You by John Patrick Robbins

I Am Far From Amused By You Kill your muse and bury her with the past, and maybe then you will begin to realize. Nobody fuels the page. Love is absolute bullshit. Better suited for romance flicks and hallmark cards. And the fear of being alone drives more fools to marriage than missed periods and…

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…

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…

Tinder Hearted Holidays by John Patrick Robbins

The man in the mirror was one harsh looking son of a bitch.   And after a particularly bad spell of praying to the porcelain God he questioned why the hell he kept doing this to himself.   It was the fourth of July and Frank had learned to loathe the day. It was a…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…

We’re All Whores After All by John Patrick Robbins

We were sitting there at the bar watching the street from windows view counting the hours and killing drinks. We were pissing and moaning about our frustrations. About publishers and writers alike. “Man I just don’t get the deal with most these fuckers!” Richie said as he sipped on a overpriced beer. “The average person…