Like Those Old Western Movies by Stephen J. Golds

Like Those Old Western Movies   Darkness… * Pain… * Raptures… * He wrenched the cleaning woman to her feet and shoved her out in front of him. A shield. He screamed at her to get the fucking door. Get the door! GET THE FUCKING DOOR! The pulsing lights were blinding. Cops barked and shouted….

Recommended Read: Gender Justice by Nicky Charlish

Twenty-year-old Toni is fresh out of the slammer and working in a gay bar in London’s Old Compton Street when she is embroiled in a gang war war that threatens to shatter her dreams of a better life. From the very first page, Charlish grabs you by the scruff of the neck and drags you…

All The Joys (Of A Summer Night) by Ian Lewis Copestick

  All The Joys         (Of A Summer Night) Pure, pale blue sky, little, fluffy clouds, grass  as green as anything seen on a movie screen. Birds singing in the background, but I don’t know the type Singing for seed, or singing to breed, or just for the beauty of the night. Bright flowers to…

Editors – An End Has A Start: Retrospective by Mark McConville

Editors – An End Has A Start: Retrospective. When beauty in music shrouds the world’s pain and its destructive nature, it’s a major success story. When music ripples through your thoughts and makes you see that it can be a lifeline, is a magical feeling. And music is ultimately a gateway to wider terrains and…

SALIENT MINUS TEN digital premiere 27 May!

SALIENT MINUS TEN is the new Sci-Fi/Horror short film from award-winning filmmaker Emma Dark, and is a cerebral foray into the darker, more disturbing, side of Science Fiction. Adam Harper (Alan Austen, Star Wars: Episode V – The Empire Strikes Back) is an average man. And on an average day he suddenly finds himself catapulted…

Three Poems from J.B. Stevens

The Prayer Rug   The knife felt like home, My cousin made it from my uncle’s F-150 leaf spring, he gave it to me before deployment, I’d never stabbed a man, It is very red and smells strongly and covers my hand, only the left, The rifle jammed, Arabian dust a puzzle with no solution,…

Drunken Summer Days by Ian Lewis Copestick

Drunken Summer Days Lazy, hazy, drunken summer days, swerving, swirling, walking home. Singing songs to yourself, as you sway along the hot, concrete pavements, in the middle of the afternoon. To wake in time to make the pub again. … Those days, all those years ago, I wish I could have them again. But time…

Murder in My High School by K. A. Laity

This is not going to be a lurid tale; more of a puzzled one. A colleague share a link this morning about the need to compensate formerly incarcerated people for telling their stories—particularly for those events seeking to redress the criminal (literally) imbalances in the justice system. It got me thinking about a weird thing from…

Tales of Sodom by Eoghan Lyng

Douching “I’ve douched” say I, clear in the head that douche is a french verb, or so I’ve heard, told to rinse you clean. So he enters, bending further with a warning; “size among size, I’m on the larger scale”. Fair warned, I take him, Thrusting up to the point where it should linger, but…

Purple Lies By Alex Z. Salinas

Purple Lies By Alex Z. Salinas   Larry Rios is an expert practitioner of white lies. They’re the lifeblood of this country, he believes. For better and worse. On his way home from work one cloudy evening he ponders what purple lies might look like. Kinda like Prince, he reckons, if Prince had strutted around…