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The Double by Dr. Mel Waldman
Donna was two separate people : – the thrill-seeking gorgeous dame men died for. – the cripple who retreated from the world after a tragic event. It happened on a long, sultry August night. After...
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Over the Wall by Jenny Thomson
“How was the journey, Inspector Waddell?” said the mayor. “Any problems?” He was a short, hefty man with a hearty smile and weathered complexion you only got from years of hard graft out on the fields....
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Pick up by Aidan Thorn
Eddie peeled an arm from a bar top sticky with spilt liquor and tipped a spent glass in the barman’s direction, the universal gesture for another drink. Eddie wasn’t hard to spot even in a crowded...
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Scrag by Jason Beech
The walk to Shepherd’s Bush station can put a skip in your step when the sun paints rays across the street. It can make even those tower blocks, standing over the station like hard men glaring at the...
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Strangling Gloves by Ryan Bracha
“The thing about fatherhood, Robbie,” says John, leaning over me, breathing the supermarket sushi he’s just polished off into my fucking fizzog and up my nostrils, “is that it changes yer.” His eyes...
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Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One by Paul D. Brazill
Ginger Ronny had told Burkey about the murder towards the bitter end of one of their occasional raucous Tuesday night drinking sessions, as the dawn had desperately begun to grasp for life and Malcolm...
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We Are Like the Stars by U.V. Ray
And I hear this Aaahhmmmmmm. Aaahhmmmmmm. That’s what woke me up in the end, I think. Now I tell you that was a fucking weird afternoon. In the early hours of that morning Satellite had done an...
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Filling Space : An interview with Julia Tourianski
By Jason Michel Julia Tourianski is a film maker, a writer, a self-confessed anarchist and one of a loose group of young and, of course, tech-savvy rebels that Paul Rosenberg named “The Bitcoin Kids“....
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These Two Hands by Marc E. Fitch
The day before yesterday, I choked Rebecca Hensley to death. Her hand-scan monitor was alerting like crazy, which really adds to the thrill, but just before it sent out the imminent death alarm I put a...
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Smashing Roxy by Mav Skye
Blondie smashed Roxy with a pumpkin, a plump, orange, glorious pumpkin as round and vivacious as the moon was full. She smashed Roxy with the pumpkin’s thick stem straight through one of her blue eyes,...
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Listen by Cal Lumney
*Read by Basil Ripley* * Cal Lumney began life on the Canadian Prairies, but inadvertently wrote himself to coastal Maryland. He prevents the further misapplication of magick by writing in the third...
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Psychopathy: An Interview with Tina Taylor
By Mav Skye Psychopathy. Scientists have been stumped and mystified about this condition for decades. The rules of the psychopath game are constantly changing, making it easier than ever for the...
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CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
I’d been going to Joyce at Super Cuts for about four months when Joyce quit and they hired Christina and I had to explain all over again how to cut my hair. I was losing it on top, but I didn’t like to...
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The Crimson Eyeball by Dr. Mel Waldman
A spoken word Bizarro piece. Featuring the dulcet tones of The Dictator Filed under: Fiction Tagged: bizarro, Dr. Mel Waldman, genre fiction, horror fiction, pulp metal magazine, spoken word, weird...
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Dirty Night by Jason Beech
I just love my football. I don’t have enough skill to write a letter home, so I referee five-a-side games to enjoy it close-up. Some great players here. Dozens of teams running about side-by-side...
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The Astronaut by Elena Robidoux
We’re in bed, but I’m in outer space. I’m in orbit. I’m so far removed from my lumpy Earth form that this could account for necrophilia. But he doesn’t know that. He thinks that I’m right there with...
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The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
Bootsie Goldstein. Fuck you Bootsie! Who in the Western Hemisphere smuggles ivory? Who does that? Doesn’t matter. It’s over now. My poor crew. My crew of buccaneers was a tight machine of nimble little...
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Feral Things : An interview with Erin Cole
by Mav Skye Erin Cole is a dark, mischievous writer. She plants stars in your eyes while sewing midnight into your soul. I read everything she puts outs, always anxious to unlock the mysteries woven...
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The Crowd by Melanie Browne
The snow crunches under their feet as they make their way to the arena. The lights from the stadium reflect off the mud colored slush that seeps into their boots. They appreciate the ironic and so they...
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Some Thoughts on ART by Richard Godwin
Historically debates about art and its cultural significance are thematically cloned by context. They often serve as mouthpieces for politics or trend. Friedrich Nietzsche posited the theory that it...
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