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Entry 12 – Throwaway Soldier

by | Dec 1, 2015 | F, Frank Sonderborg, Short Story

Scoped, I could reach out and touch the mark. His brown manicured hair blowing in the light summer evening breeze. My electronic media eye twitched and I was looking at him through a TV camera, then a view of the crowd. As his, “We have to spend more, to combat the...

Entry 11 – The Red Pencil

by | Dec 1, 2015 | J, James Shaffer, Short Story

I first saw him at Feldman Publishing where I worked as a reader. Liam Starkey stood a head above the gaggle of editors surrounding him. It seemed tall men always succeeded. They looked down on everyone else, and everyone else—out of necessity or admiration—looked up...

Entry 9 – Old Farmhouse

by | Dec 1, 2015 | A, Aidan Thorn, Short Story

Ray’s thighs burned as he crouched in wait. There was glass underfoot a long time on the floor, it crunched as he shifted for comfort. Twenty-five years ago this would have been standard procedure. Back then he’d have been crouching in an abandoned Baghdad building....

Entry 8 – Knuckle Sandwich

by | Dec 1, 2015 | Short Story, T, Tom Leins

The first punch breaks my nose. The second splits my lip. +++++I’ve only won six of the fourteen bareknuckle fights I’ve participated in. I’m fairly sure that tonight won’t be number seven… * I wake up with the taste of blood in my mouth and a stranger standing next...