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Cleaning Up The Neighborhood

Cleaning Up The Neighborhood

by | Mar 28, 2017 | P, Paul Greenberg, Short Story

Rainbow Street is one hundred yards of concrete by twenty-five yards of nothing. Every other house is rewarded with a dead tree. There are eight, cookie cutter triple-deckers, on each side of the street. +++++Back in the day we called it the projects but now it’s just...
Ammunition

Ammunition

by | Mar 25, 2017 | A, Aaron Hull, Short Story

He was at his desk with his headphones on, watching something loud and hard, so he didn’t hear her come up the stairs. Didn’t hear the click of the safety disengage. Didn’t hear the wrap of knuckles on wood, or turn to see the shadow under the door. So when the blast...
Art Attack

Art Attack

by | Mar 22, 2017 | Short Story, T, Tess Makovesky

“So what happens with all this lot then? Guv?” +++++Jonathan peered into the skip’s laden depths. There must be the equivalent of half a bus in there. Knives, machetes, blades. Made his blood run cold. He was glad it was locked away in the...
The Guest In The Storm

The Guest In The Storm

by | Mar 16, 2017 | L, Lawrence Griffin, Short Story

The storm came in around 3 p.m., earlier than when the weatherman had said it would, and so Joe’s Tiki Bar cleared out early. The sea was a grey, rolling menace, and the sky seemed to meld with it in a grey sheet, like a veil – the other side of which no one...
Scrapper

Scrapper

by | Mar 9, 2017 | R, Russell Reece, Short Story

Still handcuffed, Butler Simmons lay on the steel bench, his back against the riveted iron latticework of the town’s musty jail cell. He was nauseous, his head pounded. He drifted in and out of consciousness. During a lucid moment he blinked and tried to clear his...