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Hotcakes

Hotcakes

by | Nov 20, 2022 | N, N. D. Coley, Short Story

There are two types of people in the world—those who can press the barrel of a gun into the forehead of a man and pull the trigger, and those who can’t. And it don’t count if you pay someone. Handing over cash is easy. You pass it along and go home, and you write the...
The First Kill

The First Kill

by | Feb 22, 2021 | N, N. D. Coley, Short Story

The thing to remember, the man said, is that if you jerk that trigger, you’ll jerk the tip of the gun just a little, this way or that way, and that will be enough to miss. +++++Ok Papa, the boy said, his short, chubby fingers clenched around the gun. His posture was...
The Screw-up

The Screw-up

by | Dec 4, 2018 | N, N. D. Coley, Short Story

Miles Auburn touched the burning end of the match to his cigarette, pulled it to his lips, and inhaled. The eyes that looked directly, rather perfectly, into his eyes, were scared. The flesh around the two globes was discolored, drawn in, and curled up, like a rotting...
Fun Sized

Fun Sized

by | Oct 31, 2017 | N, N. D. Coley, Short Story

James Savini was not happy. He held the miniature Tootsie Roll in his left hand, his thumb and index finger delicately fixed around the wrapper. His right hand propped up his .38 Special. He twisted and turned the tip of the barrel, pressing it into Sam Overton’s...
Laundered

Laundered

by | Oct 5, 2017 | N, N. D. Coley, Short Story

Mildred sat down on the plastic chair outside the laundromat and lit a cigarette. The warmth of the lighter felt good. It was 20 degrees, and close to midnight. She shivered. Her sweater was thin. Her coat was in a dryer, but the dryer wasn’t spinning. She was short a...