• 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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  • Figured Out by Matthew C. Funk

    Davis thought he had it all figured out. He told me that the first time we met. I was trying to pin his stunted buddy C-Note for pushing rock on the Carver Junior High playground. Davis was trying to avoid flipping on a pal he’d known since reusable diapers. “Don’t worry about me, Detective Jurgis, […]

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  • Shogun Honey by Thomas Pluck

    Ishikari took the job for three rice balls a day and a dry place to sleep. By dark, he’d wished he drowned and starved. His blade caught the thin shaft of light by the door. The edge was notched from many blows. Rain hammered the roof of the priest’s hut, beat a relentless tattoo. Droplets […]

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  • One Good Reason by Joe Clifford

    “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you right now,” the kid with the gun said. Christ, Arrington thought, so this is what it’s come to?  Playing cops and robbers with a greased up little shit who’s watched too many movies. Maybe this is what you get.  After all, Arrington was pushing fifty, […]

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  • ST. Teresa Of Avila’s Day by Court Merrigan

    At the penny carnival for St. Teresa of Avila’s Day, Elena is volunteering at the dart toss booth when she sees Jack The Coyote.  He is carrying a baby who’s nearly a decade younger than Elena’s dead daughter Camila should have been. Jack The Coyote saunters out the gym doors.  Elena abandons the booth and […]

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  • Lessons Learned by Allan Leverone

    The kid eased into my Jaguar in half a heartbeat, all smug self-assurance and low-riding jeans. And a snub-nosed .38, which he jammed under my chin. “Drive,” he said, and it seemed like the best option, so I did. The light turned green and the traffic moved sluggishly along Storrow Drive. I checked the rear […]

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  • One-Sided Conversation by Ryan Sayles

    “Before you speak, just know I already have all the answers.” The guy is trying to speak. It’s hard on him. All screams and squeals. Since he’s dangling by his tie off a rooftop. “My compliments to your knot-tying. This is impressive.” My cigarette dropping ash, flutters down about his face; his eyes wide as […]

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  • Smoke by Trey R. Barker

    Interstate 80…mile marker 47…1:38 a.m. “Don’t fuck this up.”  Frankie says to Driver. “We got no problems, man.”  Driver stands on the shoulder, face harsh in the squad’s glaring spotlight.  Hands up, shaking.  Driver is scared to death; staring at the .45 staring at him. Frankie and Gary had pulled three Hefty bags stuffed with […]

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  • Ten by Ian Ayris

    Some people, they was sayin ‘Why didn’t they stop him? Why didn’t somebody stop him?’ When they say ‘him’, they mean ‘me’. Obviously. Thing is, that ain’t askin the right question. And it’s all about askin the right question. In cases like this. People like me. That’s why they sent me to that psychiatrist bloke […]

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  • Six Shots from Allan Guthrie

    SEX AND ROMANCE He rolled over, started snoring. She punched his arm, woke him up. “You unromantic bastard.” “You want sex and romance, Beth? You don’t want a man. You want a fucking candle.” She waited till he fell asleep again, then cut off his cock with a pair of scissors.   SPAM When Dave […]

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