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Jailbait

Jailbait

by | Apr 30, 2016 | Short Story, T, Tom Leins

I twist the screwdriver out of his neck, and it makes a sound like a sloppy kiss. To his credit, he doesn’t even flinch. +++++The tang of hot blood fills my nostrils. The windows of the brothel have been nailed shut, and there is nowhere for the blood-stink to escape....
Idle Hands

Idle Hands

by | Dec 17, 2015 | Short Story, T, Tom Leins

David Battucci’s face is grey like cigarette ash. He has bloodshot eyes and squashed, lipless features. I haven’t seen him since the gangrene took his left leg, and the amputation has aged him badly. His cheap-looking prosthetic sits on the banquette next to him, like...

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...
Flesh and Bone

Flesh and Bone

by | Oct 31, 2015 | Short Story, T, Tom Leins

The evening sun glows a dark shade of red as it hovers above the murky-looking shoreline. From where I’m sitting it looks like a festering wound. * It is July. Paignton has been stewing under a brutal layer of heat and grit for the last three weeks. During that time...
Used For Glue

Used For Glue

by | Sep 9, 2015 | Short Story, T, Tom Leins

The first thing I hear when I regain consciousness is the sloshing of rancid juices. It sounds like death. *** Someone yanks the hood off my head. It feels skin-tight, and my left ear almost gets wrenched off in the process. Hoodlums in this town normally use a burlap...