John Wisniewski interviews Robert Ragan

  JW: When did you start writing, Robert? RR: As a child I use to make up scary stories and drawing horrible pictures to go along with them. I won essay contests at school. When I was 19, I tried to write poetry every day, I did that for 10 years.   JW: Did you…

There by Robert Ragan

I was sitting on the couch playing a video game about to unlock a magical secret door when my own front door was kicked off the hinges. Agents rushed inside and drew their weapons on me. My hands were clenched around the controller. Two of them watched over me as the rest of the team…

Blood On Stacks by Robert Ragan

Waiting in his car in front of the Brentwood apartment building, Gary Walter is turned in his seat staring up at a window on the second floor. He slaps the steering wheel, “Come on! What the fuck are y’all doing in there?” Finally, he hears the sweetest music to his ears…gunshots going off. Gary is…

Outlaws by Robert Ragan

So many people want to be outlaws. They want the adrenaline rush that comes with the gunfire. They don’t realize the blood remains on their hands long after it’s washed off. Devin would make fun of you for having a conscience. He had the best work ethic of any thief out there. Creative when putting…

Fiction: Mixed With Reality by Robert Ragan

Sound asleep in bed I’m out of this world at 3 am. Meanwhile, a classic movie marathon continues in black and white. A private detective in a trench coat investigates the husband of a wealthy young woman. It seems she’s unexplainably accident prone. In the end, she and the detective will embrace and kiss in…