The Book By It’s Cover by John Patrick Robbins

The Mandalay Bay Event Center was packed Vegas was alive as always, but especially when a big fight was in the air. They were there to see Ron, and he knew tonight was his night. The crowd was electric and come hell or high water, he was leaving that cage with the belt or being…

The Small Matter of a Murder By Martin Mulligan

You don’t expect to fall in love with the midget who hires you to kill her husband. She was wearing daffodil-yellow high heels the first time we met at a Frankie & Benny’s on the outskirts of a drab northern seaside resort in dead midwinter. Outside, a freezing wind howled through the empty bus station….

We could have been heroes? by Mark McConville

Our souls are heavier than sound, heavier than heaven, and we know now that we’re blotches on the skin of life. This road we walk upon leads to the cracks of suburbia, the domain where hope fizzles out and where men and woman fight to stay alive. In my pocket I have two coins, in…

Recommended Read: Coal Black: Stories by Chris McGinley

Chris McGinley‘s Coal Black is a brilliantly powerful collection of short stories set in the hills of east Kentucky. This is a world of poverty, deperation, drug addiction, and crime. These are stories of good people and bad people living on the razor’s edge. The stories and the characters in Coal Black overlap, intertwine and interconnect…

Jenny Drank St. Germain by John Greiner

Jenny drank St. Germain under orders from The Clapper. He was a second rate hypnotist, but Jenny’s insurance wasn’t so hot, so she had to take what she could afford. He told her that it would be good for her complexion. Jenny had been a pimply kid, but that was ages ago when all kids…

The Big Issue by Paul D Brazill

You see, they call them issues these days. Not like issues of comics like Shoot or Whizzer and Chips or Razzle, though. Naw, these are things like anger management issues, relationship issues, substance abuse issues. What that means is that issues are stuff that’s wrong with you. Stuff that fucks you up. And fucked-up people are…

The Ghost in You by Graham Wynd

The bass thrummed like a distant heartbeat from deep in the earth, as if a long-buried temple called forth its adherents from slumbering death. Frazer didn’t even have to look up from her drum kit to know the band were swaying as one to its tempo. Even Pike who could barely exist without flapping his…

A Drug I Cannot Have by Mark McConville

I’d present my heart to you, but you condoned it to be black and blemished. You haven’t seen it beat. It could be clean and red, thumping or slow paced. I can’t make you see that I’m an honourable man with intentions to love the bones and blood of you. There’s was a sliver of…

Picnic by John Greiner

He told me to hook up with the hangman, hang and get the lay of the land,; I did and now there’s nothing more to do than cross the river with him in tow. He was a real mystery maker with that mask of his, now there’s not much left of him. He’s not even…

If I Could Be With You Tonight by Graham Wynd

The scene was perfect. Hollywood could not do it justice. A quiet house at the end of the lane. Two young people on their own. The baby they were sitting had been tucked in long ago, sleeping in chubby-fisted peace. And the scary movie – somewhat snowy despite all attempts to adjust the antenna –…