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Harriet’s Handgun

Harriet’s Handgun

by | Nov 27, 2018 | J, Joseph H. Stryker, Short Story

“What the fuck you staring at?” +++++Harriet wished she knew. Beneath the jagged metal and painted skin she wished she could see something familiar. +++++Nothing looked quite the way it should anymore. That was the feeling Harriet had as she drove to work each...
Blood, Bullets and Burgers

Blood, Bullets and Burgers

by | Dec 23, 2015 | J, Joseph H. Stryker, Short Story

The scent of grilled beef and melted cheese clung to the air. Lining the walls were desert paintings and movie props. My seat looked like a barrel and felt like a Spanish Donkey. I doubt the designer had comfort in mind. +++++The Burger Barrel, it opened back in the...
Amateur Outlaw

Amateur Outlaw

by | Oct 20, 2015 | J, Joseph H. Stryker, Short Story

Dollar stores, smoke shops, and gas stations. Those were my marks in high school. +++++A thief is what I called myself. While not a lie, shitheel would’ve been a better way to put it. There was no discipline to what I did, just poor impulse control and sheer...
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...
The Girl You Don’t Cross

The Girl You Don’t Cross

by | Jul 2, 2015 | J, Joseph H. Stryker, Short Story

Jed The party was chill as hell. Specially for Bumfuck, Nowhere. It was happening at the abandoned football field on the edge of town. Hipsters and hillbillies alike came to get drunk, talk shit, and maybe even get laid. +++++Last time anyone played there had to be...