Personal Hell: Accept your fate with Emilio Estevez by Ken Price

  The Hero’s Journey is for squares and Young Adult authors who sit in Starbucks clicking refresh on YA title generators. ‘Storm of Ravens?’ ‘Crown of Flames?’ ‘Road of Knaves?’ Hmmm. Consider the punk’s journey: Born guilty, gets drunk, no future, accepts his fate, coaches a hockey team. The end. May I present to you…

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…

The Mike Hodges School of Writing School by K A Laity

“I create things out of boredom with reality and with the sameness of routine and objects around me.” ― Patricia Highsmith, Plotting and Writing Suspense Fiction If films about writers are to be believed, all you have to do is live an interesting life, write it down, and change the names. Making things up always…

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…

What can be more noir than February? – #Fahrenbruary by Aidan Thorn

If you’re a reader of these pages I imagine you like your entertainment dripping in noir and with the spirit of punk running right through its core. So, I probably don’t need to introduce you to Fahrenheit Press and its hard-boiled and experimental imprint, Fahrenheit 13. But you may not be aware of the levels…

Tarot in Nightmare Alley by K A Laity

  When I showed Nightmare Alley to the students in my noir film course, one came up at the end to complain that the tarot readings were way off. I agreed and encouraged him to pick up Gresham’s novel. I assured him that the author cared a lot more about the tarot than Hollywood (e.g….

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: Inside Pandora’s Box by Jesse Rawlins

Pandora didn’t say a word; but of course she didn’t have to. Her fathomless eyes spoke volumes, and calmed his burdened-mind. The cancer that ravished her body had changed so many things. Yet the taloned-beast had failed to mutilate their love. Chemo had claimed her hair; but he found her wig exotic, black waves tonight…

Fiction: “Snow White and the Seven Bastards” by Andy Rausch

As they sat drinking in Joe’s Tavern, Prince Charming couldn’t stop thinking about Snow White’s past. It had been weighing on him lately. Sure, she was beautiful, but she was also white trash. She was beneath him. They were from different stations in life, and their differences were becoming ever more apparent. Despite her claims…