NO ONE KNEW HE WAS GONE by Bradford Middleton

It had been a tough, tough life and Jack had grown bored, so very bored of how his middle-age was shaping up. In the not too distant past Friday night would have meant a time to unload, a time to just get completely drunk and forget all the ordeals that had afflicted his week at…

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…

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…

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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…

John Wisniewski interviews Albert Tucher

When did you begin writing, Albert? Did you write short stories? In the mid-1980s I became fascinated with medieval Roman history, especially the tenth century and the story of Marozia. She ruled the city of Rome for several years until her own son overthrew her in 932. (In fairness, she was conspiring to kill him.)…

John Wisniewski interviews Beau Johnson

JW: When did you begin writing, Beau? Did you write short stories? Hi John, thanks for having me. I have written seriously the last ten years or so, once my youngest was out of diapers. It was then I found the time to get back to what I started before “life” (as I’ve been known…