• Job Done Wrong by Travis Richardson

    Just before daylight, a knock rattles the front door like a branch slapping against her trailer’s tin roof. Lara’s expecting this, but when she opens the door she doesn’t expect Roger. One eye’s swollen shut. Blood oozes from gashes in multiple locations. The hilt of a knife protrudes from his back shoulder. He looks more […]

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  • 5 Questions with
    Nick Kolakowski

    This week Nick Kolakowski‘s third and final release of the Love & Bullets trilogy hits with Main Bad Guy. Nick has not only contributed this wonderful series to the Shotgun Honey Book line, but he’s also one of the three gauntlet members who review fiction submissions for the site, as well an unsung book editor […]

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  • 5 Questions with
    Travis Richardson

    Travis Richardson is a regular contributor to Shotgun Honey starting with his first story “The Day We Shot Jesus on Main Street” originally published in 2012. Since then he’s contributed his short fiction to a number of fiction sites and anthologies, becoming an award nominated and well respected writer of short fiction. His work recently […]

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  • Safer Campuses by Travis Richardson

    The state legislature suffered billions of dollars of debt from general mismanagement and a basic fiscal misunderstanding of revenue streams (i.e. that when they cut taxes there would be much less money in the coffers). The politicians decided to pursue a radical social agenda in hopes it would hide their absolute incompetence and keep them […]

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  • Tim’s Mommy Lied by Travis Richardson

    Hello, my name is Tim. Even though I’m short, I am almost seven years old. I used to live in a small house not too long ago. Then the lights stopped working. I couldn’t watch TV and that made me sad. That made Mommy sad too, but probably more angry than sad. She yelled at Daddy, wanting to know what he was gonna do about it.

    Daddy yelled back at Mommy. So I went to my room to hide under the bed. Sometimes they throw things. Sometimes they hit each other. I didn’t want to get hit.

    Then I heard Daddy slam the door and drive the car away. I crawled out from under the bed. I saw Mommy crying. She picked up a glass straw and lighted a small fire under it to make herself feel better. Mommy breathed the stinky smoke in the straw.

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  • Here’s To Bad Decisions: Red’s Longneck Hooch by Travis Richardson

    Here’s to bad decisions that come with rotten times. If things are going from bad to worse, going to hell in a hand basket at Mach speed like downhill semi without brakes, and it doesn’t look like there’s a damn thing you can do about it, you always got one option. Just open crack open […]

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  • Shotgun Honey Presents: Locked and Loaded

    Today we launch the third volume of the Both Barrels series with Shotgun Honey Presents: Locked and Loaded. Featuring 25 stories by: “A Boy Like Billy” by Patricia Abbott “Border Crossing” by Michael McGlade “Looking for the Death Trick” by Bracken MacLeod “Maybelle’s Last Stand” by Travis Richardson “Predators” by Marie S. Crosswell “Twenty to […]

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  • Lily-Beth’s a Whore by Travis Richardson

    Two weeks ago I was having some after-work brews at Jimbo’s bar. A buddy of mine pointed at Frank McDonnell. The cantankerous fat fart listened to talk radio, believing that America’s been screwed ever since Reagan left office. Don’t get me wrong, I lean right of center, but people who callous their knees from sucking […]

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  • A Shitty Story by Travis Richardson

    Ernest sat in his rig at the Port of Oakland devouring egg chorizo burritos while waiting for a load of cheap Chinese crap. It was taking forever. He’d called Darla three times last night, but she hadn’t answered. Too busy bumpin’ uglies with some skinny punk. By seven he was hauling butt, eastbound and down. […]

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  • The Day We Shot Jesus on Main Street by Travis Richardson

    If there are two things you outta know about Lynchwood, it’s that nobody votes Democrat and nobody blasphames the Lord God Almighty… at least in public. Now Chad Parrish, would’ve broken rule number one had he lived enough and it’s ‘cause of rule number two he didn’t ever register. He was always makin’ a ruckus […]

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