• Both Barrels by Jarrett Rush

    We sat in this metal drainage pipe and listened to the traffic thump across the seam in the pavement over our heads. This was home, at least until it got dark and we had to go home for real. But between the time we got out of school until the time we had to leave, […]

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  • The Grab & Git by Jim Wilsky

    It’s about one a.m. and I walk into buzzing harsh light. A little bell tinkles over the door. The skinny guy with jet black hair and tats everywhere doesn’t even look up. I mean this fucker is a tattoo. I don’t see any clear skin. He looks like an Aztec fuckin’ warrior or something. No […]

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  • Nothing To Say by Matthew C. Funk

    They pull her out of the Industrial Canal, her eyes swollen out and all over me. I get a chill like the Mississippi water was pouring out of my throat rather than hers. I can’t say anything. There’s nothing to be said to her now. “Fucking horrible,” says one of the patrolmen. The winch sets […]

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  • Last Request by Peter Andrew Leonard

    The lake was quiet, serene. The boat hardly moved. “You know Hitchcock, you’re not what I expected.” This is the psychopath everyone tells spooky stories about? Maybe it was the chains, the handcuffs, the imminent death…But the guy didn’t look like much. Unlike Leroy, who appeared capable of wrestling a grisly bear, Hitchcock was average […]

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  • Folded Blue by John Rector

    Harry opened the door. Jules stood on the porch holding a brown paper bag.  “Thought we could throw back a few.”  He looked past Harry into the dark apartment.  “You alone?” Harry nodded and stepped away from the door. Jules came inside and went straight for the kitchen.  “Mind if I put these in the […]

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  • The Last Sacrament by Thomas Pluck

    Not many of my friends want to be altar boys anymore. I know what you think; the Church has done a lot of wrong, but there are still good people working to help the needy and change things from within. I became an altar server right after I was Confirmed. My mother always wanted me […]

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  • Gran Torino by Fiona Glass

    The car didn’t even slow down, that was what upset Maureen the most. More than her newly-permed hair whipping across her face, more than the pounding in her chest. She stood in the middle of the pedestrian crossing and watched her precious oranges bounce off down the road. “You little toe-rag,” she screeched, waving her […]

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  • Gun Mantra by Chad Eagleton

    I walk down the stone pier. It’s slick with slime and excrement and littered with ash. Dark water slaps against pylons. I look over the river. Even at this hour, it lives. Thick with the poor and powerful. The citizen and the criminal. Lost in lantern light and darkness. Choking curls of pyre smoke. Behind […]

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  • Tornado Noir by Peter Farris

    Phirun was watching the weather report when the kid pulled a .380 that probably hadn’t been cleaned since the Carter administration. “I want the cash, man! Hand it over!” He was leprosy thin, with dirty hands, peach fuzz on his chin, lousy teeth, a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. tee. Phirun looked back at the television. The […]

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  • The Floating Man by Keith Rawson

    Nelson stared out the box window of his mother’s 2nd floor apartment trying to find the moon. The glare of the orange street lamps and dim white florescent glare of car headlamps made finding anything other than police helicopter spotlights close to impossible—even the moon. He remembered when he was 9 or 10 staring out […]

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  • Kids Are Mean by Chad Rohrbacher

    I hate kids. They make up names just to see someone cry. They do wedgies, swirlies, nuggies, and smack plastic combs on knuckles. They twist titties and fart in each other’s faces. They start rumors of love and sluts. They laugh at changing bodies: pencil moustaches, menstruation, high voices, and boob buds. They torture small […]

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  • Catch by Luke Block

    It was a bunch of fishermen who finally found Billy Tate’s drowned body. A small, agitated knot of anglers crowding around a humped black shape that had been dragged out of the water and onto a concrete towpath. Behind Lewisham Asda and the London Bridge to Ladywell trainline Tate was born. Amongst the dogshit and […]

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