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Flexing Her Bitch Muscle

Flexing Her Bitch Muscle

by | Sep 30, 2015 | J, Jack Bates, Short Story

The semester has barely started and Darlene is already flexing her bitch muscle. She’s back in her little brick room inside a larger brick building standing in front of people even her colleagues say are ‘as dumb as a brick.’ +++++Darlene doesn’t see it that way....
Trash Pick Up

Trash Pick Up

by | Sep 24, 2015 | J, John Weagly, Short Story

Frank Ryback woke to the sound of a garbage truck banging and clanging in the alley.  Through the open bedroom window, the aroma of freshly turned trash drifted toward the bed.  The blonde lying next to him didn’t seem to mind the noise or the stench....
The Last Laugh

The Last Laugh

by | Sep 17, 2015 | J, Joseph H. Stryker, Short Story

It was a classic sort of a club. A real hole in the wall. You know the place. Bad food, bad beer, and terrible patrons. Type of people you wouldn’t mind seeing in the obituaries. +++++So why’d anyone ever go to that dump? I’ll tell you why. Cause of...
Used For Glue

Used For Glue

by | Sep 9, 2015 | Short Story, T, Tom Leins

The first thing I hear when I regain consciousness is the sloshing of rancid juices. It sounds like death. *** Someone yanks the hood off my head. It feels skin-tight, and my left ear almost gets wrenched off in the process. Hoodlums in this town normally use a burlap...
Grimoire Gift

Grimoire Gift

by | Sep 9, 2015 | K, Kip McKnight, Short Story

She stepped out of the bitter, wind-blasted cold and onto the subway train. +++++            Ding ding ding ding. “Step back, doors closing,” said the automated voice. +++++She moved an old newspaper off of a seat and sat down, staring at the subway map on the wall...