• Happy Hour at the Schoolfield Diner by Tom Faucett

    A GED, a bastard daughter and an unemployment check from Southern Textiles was all Elias Denton had to show for his 23 years of life. The century old mill shuttered in April, the machinery sold overseas. The laid off weavers and machinists now fought over the same crap jobs at Wal-Mart and Winn Dixie.  Furniture […]

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  • A Man Full Of Stones by Kieran Shea

    -Hey, Morgan. -Well, well.  Look at what the tide dragged in.  S’up, Mikey? -That him? -Who? -The guy in the corner.  Watching Vlatka on stage.  Bony-looking dude with the glasses. -Yeah.  That’s him. Guess who gets to take that creep to the airport in an hour? -You? -Yup. -Atlantic City? -Nope.  Philly.  God, I’m looking […]

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  • The Hole by Martin Garrity

    Only a pin prick of light makes it this far into the hole. It’s calm and quiet this deep. I like it here. But then the whole world jumps into my hole. All of it. It comes rushing past my head, all in my face and my eyes and then it’s everywhere around me and […]

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  • Skinny Latte by Chris Rhatigan

    Lucy teased Andrew for weeks. When he followed her through the halls, she would drop her Trapper Keeper, let him race over to pick up her papers. One night when he was lurking outside her house, she took off her tank top and – oops! – forgot to pull down the blinds. A phone call […]

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  • The Traffic Stop by Peter Farris

    Ronnie Chalmers had a mouth full of pecans when the Caprice passed her at twenty over. The deputy hit the lights and wheeled her patrol car out onto SR-14, the only traffic on the highway tractor trailers freighted with beer, on their way from the bottling plant to places like Tallahassee or Tuscaloosa. She sighted […]

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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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