Lip Service by Robert Burton Robinson

Lip Service

by Robert Burton Robinson…  She took the elevator up to the fourteenth floor and went to Suite 1419. There was no sign. Nothing to indicate whose office it was. She reached into her purse and took out the slip of paper with her notes on it. Yes, this was supposed to be it. Read the…

Bare by Brian Auspice

Bare

by Brian Auspice… I pull over at a diner. I order the special. “Here’s your hot mess,” some raggedy red-headed skank in a skimpy skirt and loose top says to me as she hands me a plate with a burger on it. “This tastes like Syphilis,” I reply after the third bite. Two bikers in…

Magazines – Print and Online

So you want to be published. May I suggest instead that you bash in your skull with a wooden mallet? If that doesn’t cure you from the urge to waste thousands of pointless hours for no reward whatsoever, believe it or not, I get it. As such, we’ve just added a new section: Magazines –…

MORPHOMETESIS by Michael Allen Rose 2

Morphometesis

by Michael Allen Rose… …the insect reaches out his inordinately powerful forelimbs and grabs the bat. It chitters gently at my son, who backs away, tears of rage and confusion still in his eyes. The beetle points one of its mandibles, and my children run inside the house, to safety, as it turns to me…

Illegalz

by Felipe Philly… The year was 2075 and the problem with illegals was only getting worse.  Illegals taking jobs; illegals committing crimes; illegals sucking up government resources and contributing nothing to society.  The year was 2075 and the country had had enough.  The crackdown was on. There was a great wall in the country.  It…

Ridiculous by Nate Waggoner

Ridiculous

by Nate Waggoner… “I get home and Kremplus is dumping rotten meat out the window and screaming. I tell him he has to get the fuck out right now and he punches me in the face. I pull a knife from out the kitchen draw. He says, You better put that knife away or I’ll…

Fur by Samuel J Adams

Fur

by Samuel J. Adams… I jilted a lover once—I was caustic, young, and cold and I didn’t think things through—and a few days after the jilting this lover left a dead squirrel on my doormat, a chubby and fluffy Eastern gray slashed open at many angles to dispel the calm of a silver-lighted Sunday morning…