Tagged: new fiction
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 13
Serial Fiction ‘Sixty three.’ Archibald went on. ‘The population of this blissful town. I know everyone by name and they are all wonderful well- mannered folk. Some were born here, some paid for the...
You Killed Them
Murder Story Rain falls surrounding Ben. It drips from his nose and hair as it pours. He stands unmoving, staring down at the headstone of his father and mother on the three-year anniversary of...
Fixed On War
Short Story Face down in the mud, I dragged myself through thorns and thickets of shrubs. The damp was seeping into my boots, and the chill biting at my flesh. My men surrounded...
Weep and You Weep Alone
Trash up to your ankles. That’s what it’s like in the alleys around here. The dejected, the lonely, the ghosts. We all live in them. Camouflaged with garbage. You almost never see us, not...
Interview of a Lifetime
Short Story Grant slides his tie into the nook of his collared shirt. Looking at the mirror, he makes sure it is placed perfectly. He runs his hand through his hair; it is...
Blue and Gold
Short Story The summer was made of us driving, sitting, and getting drunk. Our work schedules didn’t match up well, so we would always hangout pretty late in the day. We’d drive your truck...
The Weekend
Short Story The weekend is a ticking crime bomb. In search of the heart of the city, armed with a freshly-shaven sinister confidence, the bottom of the situation at hand is up for grabs....
How Proudly She Walks
Short Fiction “You don’t exist,” she said. Prometheus frowned. “Of course I exist! I stand before you, do I not?” “The idea of you stands before me.” The God of forethought rolled his eyes....
Summertime Killer
Short Fiction Tight leather gloves gripped the wheel as the sound of the engines fired up. A deep roar reverberated through the vehicle, sending shivers down Harvey’s spine. The 1970 Chevy Nova sped...
Deprivation
Flash Fiction I feel like Hank Chinaski lately. I’ve been cutting back on the booze, I’ve got liver pains. I fear it may conk out soon, maybe I gave it more than it...
My First ‘Code Blue’
Short Story ‘Code.’ I never knew his name, but for all I know, my face may have been the last he ever saw. The angst of his wife was obvious outside the room;...
