Hearts by Nik Korpon

Hearts by Nik Korpon

“I understand, officer. I don’t want to be standing out here either when it’s colder than a well-digger’s ass, especially when the missus and I should be chowing down on some gnocchis at Sabatino’s instead. But, you ask me, the real problem isn’t the submachine gun...
Hearts by Nik Korpon

This All Started with Peanuts by Nik Korpon

“I understand what you’re saying, Officer, and I’m tired you darkening my doorstep too. But this here is a big misunderstanding. See, I thought we were people. But apparently my neighbor Big Dick thinks we’re goddamned savages who give out peanuts on Halloween. Who...
Hearts by Nik Korpon

The Season of Giving by Nik Korpon

“Yes, officer, I understand you have to call the fire chief immediately in matters like these, but—in matters like these—you need some background on me and Big Dick first. Cause there is some history. “This whole issue started back in the nineties when Big Dick’s son,...

A Hundred for the Crows pt. 3 by Nik Korpon

Inside the quarry building, Lester found an office housing only two desks and a row of filing cabinets. A pad of blotter paper sat on each desk, along with a pen set and blank name plates. A thick layer of dust covered everything, as if all the workers had...