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Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue

by | Jun 15, 2015 | C, Christopher Davis, Short Story

Little Alvin Martin was glad at the crowd in the run down club. His band, Blues Nuisance and the Disco Traveler, were the headlining gig tonight and smiles were had all around the stage as Little Al stepped into the light and closer to a battered microphone....
The Pusher and The Whore

The Pusher and The Whore

by | Mar 9, 2015 | C, Christopher Davis, Short Story

Now isn’t that a bitch? Motherfucker shot me over an eight ball. Can you believe that? Business just isn’t what it used to be you know and I ain’t talking Kensington Street either. I gave up on Philly a long time ago. Motherfuckers can have that place, they all...
I’m Just Saying

I’m Just Saying

by | Dec 18, 2014 | C, Christopher Davis, Short Story

After a botched liquor store robbery, a small import car sped away in the rain from an all-night market. Surprisingly, at this hour, there were still a lot of people out on the streets of the city. +++++“That was fucking sick man,” Timmy Owen said, high on meth and...
It’s Just a Gun

It’s Just a Gun

by | Oct 16, 2014 | C, Christopher Davis, Short Story

That’s a shame isn’t it? A perfectly good piece is now at the bottom of the river. I’d always liked that one, damned straight shooter that little gun. +++++I’ve had a relationship with ‘em ever since I was a boy with my first twenty-two. I’d sit in my room and cycle...