Harry the Mountain Man – Part Three
Short Story THE TIME I CRASHED A PLANE INTO MEXICO Now, sure as the world is spinnin’, I’m a mountain man at heart. That being stated all truthful and all, a man can’t be expected...
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Harry the Mountain Man – Part Four
Short Story THE TIME I SAW A UFO This tale begins in a bar, like most good tales, I’d reckon. Well, the rain was coming down thick, and it was thunderin’ like I had...
Harry the Mountain Man – Part Five
Short Story ADVENTURE IN MEXICO Ye may well ‘member how I told ye ‘bout the time I crashed a plane down inta Mexico. Well, this here be one o’ the following tales o’ me...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Three – The Butcher 21
Serial The Butcher didn’t see direct assault fitted this delicate task. If the Brewer said ‘no,’ then what! He wouldn’t be opt to torture him, would he. ‘I am on your side and...
The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter II
Short Story In which the baffling buffoonery of the Boonesvillian banditos begins Hiding in an alley across the street from Gitcha Goods, peeking around the corner, crouching in the darkness, and generally exhibiting shifty...
The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter IV
Contemporary Short Fiction Regarding our heroes stay in the little shack Months passed but the washcloths never did. As the sky warped from a drizzling gray to a sunny blue, it was unaware of...
The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter V
Serial Fiction During which Boris is interrupted by and retaliates against libelers Pot smoke swam between the brick walls of the alley as the wind played with it, possibly a little high itself. A...
Bryn’s Tale – Part Two
Short Story I woke covered in freezing dew, my teeth chattering. My first impulse was to go back home, to curl up in my parents bed, but I knew I could never go back...
River of Rats, Part Two – Aux Folies
We spent a month at a bookstore in the old Latin Quarter of Paris. The old shop had a long history of allowing aspiring writers to bunk there as long as they worked a couple...
River of Rats, Part Three – The Bridge
We woke the next morning in the bookstore, pale and ill, my head in a vice grip, my left arm swollen and sore. Joanna’s hair in knots and mascara smeared all over her face,...
River of Rats, Part Four – Voleur!
The summer came and went in a heavy gossamer haze. We spent days walking up and down the Seine and around the city and we often sat on the tip of the Île de...
River of Rats, Part Five – Pigalle
I don’t remember ever talking about it, or how a decision was made. But one night, we jumped the turn-styles at the Pont Neuf station- because we didn’t have money even for that- and rode...
