• The Boiler Room by Charlie Wade

    “Hello is that Mr. Fife?” “Urm, yeah.” He sounded apprehensive. “Mr. Fife, this is Cal from Global Opportunities. We’re holding a very small amount of a great stock. It’s tipped for high gains. I know you’re a man who wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity like this.” I didn’t take a breath, been saying it […]

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  • Parnell by Matthew C. Funk

    I brought Parnell Urquhart in once; the time he ate the teacher. New Orleans put the sun right on us that day. Even the tar sweat. The SWAT guys stacked outside Parnell’s shotgun house were floating behind their goggles. Narco served the warrant. Me and my partner, Hakk. We knocked with five M4 carbine barrels […]

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  • Pleasure by John Kenyon

    The first time he called he asked whether the shoes were available in a wide size. She looked it up, told him they were. It was the easiest job Stacy had ever had. She had been apprehensive. You know, telemarketing. But these were inbound calls, she was told. They want something from you. She didn’t […]

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  • Interview: Frank Bill

    This week it is a down right joy to bring Frank Bill to the How I Got The Gun? table. Frank, who most of you should know, spent the last few years deep in the trenches unleashing pulse pounding stories of rural Indiana to various print and online presses, building a landscape stark and desolate, […]

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  • All You Got by AJ Hayes

    Damn alley stinks. Dumpster stinks worse. How can people eat this shit? I think. My inner voice says, ask yourself, fuckhead. I’m about to backhand my inner voice across the chops when the service door slides  up and Dickhead slides out. I’m out of the Dumpster and on him before he sees me. I get […]

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  • Rise, Charlie, Rise by Nolan Knight

    The tree house was safety. Whenever glass shattered or flesh thwacked. Out the window, up eight planks, a hideout till shouts simmered. Cigar smoke drifted through slats. Charlie covered his ears, forearms blistered from being ‘Too damn stupid!’ Newest scars in the collection; Ma still had him beat. Through the kitchen window, could see a […]

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  • Pineapple Rings by Ray Banks

    It was Daymo’s fault. Daymo was shit crack at the best of time and a mardy, simpleminded cunt the rest. But he was minted, and he had this place out near Penrith, a dingy cottage which was an inheritance from some relative who clearly didn’t like him. Place had an open fire, stone floors, no […]

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  • Interview: Daniel B. O’Shea

    Welcome to our new interview series “How I Got The Gun?” where we will interview past and hopefully future contributors to Shotgun Honey. The goal to give you insight to the stories, the process and the inspiration of some of the finest, in our humble opinion, writers new and old. Shotgun Honey debuted with its […]

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  • Second Chance by Rob Hart

    The digital readout on the dash of the rental says the outside temperature is 97 degrees. The sun went down three hours ago. I tap the plastic like that’ll make the numbers drop. Fucking Texas. I kill the engine. The air conditioner stops chugging and heat creeps in like it wasn’t even on. When I […]

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  • Dirty Deeds Dun Reel Cheep by Darren Sant

    Would I be able to trust a killer that couldn’t spell? The small card on the board in the back street strip club had not inspired confidence. However, I was poorer than a homeless church mouse so “cheep” was what I needed. The rendezvous point was a run down tatty old pub in the seedy […]

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  • Confession by Christopher Grant

    The truck sits in the parking lot of the sporting goods store. The fuckhead sits there in the driver’s seat and looks at his watch. I’ve been watching from across the four-lane avenue for the last twenty minutes. He just sits there, lights a cigarette, looks at his watch, again, repeat, do over. He’s expecting […]

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  • Full Moon by Benoit Lelievre

    One minute ago, everything was fine. The bar was booming, beers were clanging together. Usual Saturday. Now, Landon has his Glock buried into Shawn’s right nostril. Kevin is aiming at the back of Landon’s head, hoping that if he has to shoot, he’ll split an eyeball with the bullet. Problem is, Neil is pushing his […]

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