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EVIL HEAT by Tom Leins
“Did you know that a human bite is actually worse than a dog bite?” I try to avoid making eye contact with Larry-Lee Lomax, but Slattery’s Meat Market is deserted, and the pornographic pictures that...
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PAYDAY by KEVIN BERG
I sit motionless in the closet upstairs and wait for the door to open. Adrenaline slams my heart against my ribcage in anticipation, beads of sweat roll through the dips and valleys of scars and age on...
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Born This Way by Jen Hughes
Everyone has their talents. My parents and teachers spent decades labouring over finding my quirks and talents, like they were mining for some valuable metal. They were disappointed when I flunked all...
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The Black-Hearted Beat
“Sirens howl like wolves in the distance, screams haunt your dreams…” Listen to the complete first playlist of PMM Dictator’s online Neo-Noir fiction series. Jude Mortimer is an ex war-correspondent...
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CANDY MAN by Frank Quinn
Gavin tilted his head and puffed a stream of smoke out of the cracked window of his old F150. The window was rolled up enough to block out the rain that piddled and thumped on the roof but wide enough...
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Dressed to Kill – A Jack Marconi PI Short Shot – by Vincent Zandri (Part 1)
1 It never failed to amaze me how effortlessly Blood could pump out a dozen chest presses with no less than three 45-pound plates set on each side of the bar. Adding in the weight of the bar, that made...
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Dressed to Kill: Part II By Vincent Zandri
He depressed his index finger on the Enter key. What appeared on the screen was a grainy shot that came from a security camera mounted to the building’s far corner, and not particularly close to the...
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THROWAWAY by KEVIN BERG
Almost three o’clock in the morning and his eyes are still open. The ceiling fan churns the silver light that slashes through the dark room, the moon fat and leaking through the blinds across the bed....
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TRAIN IN VAIN By Paul D. Brazill
Seatown train station was certainly a lot better looking than I remembered it but it still smelled of puke. And shit, And sweat. Well, it did now that Smiffy was there. He’d spruced himself up a bit,...
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BROTHERS by Jeff Dosser
Stacy held her black, stiletto heels in one hand, her new Coach clutch in the other as she weaved across the empty garage towards her beat up Subaru. The parking garage of the Ritz-Carlton was packed...
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BLACK SHEETS OF RAIN By Tom Leins
It was raining the day I buried my step-father, Eddie. I owned nothing in black, so I had to wear my work uniform: a crop top with the words ‘Slop Shop’ across the front in bright pink letters. By the...
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Missy Anne Abime, Author of the Valdemar By Alex S. Johnson
With apologies to Borges and Poe Missy Anne Abime awoke from dreams of a miniaturized grandfather clock to find herself transformed in her bed into the self-same item. She blinked, rubbed away the...
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Fag End by Jason Beech
“Mr Hoffmann.” I nod and hold the photo of my boy tight between thumb and index as the bag of walnuts with a red smudge of a scar on his temple ushers me into Mr Shaw’s presence. Mr Shaw rests his...
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Werebunnies Rule Clowntown! By Alex S. Johnson
Many in Clowntown viewed life through a jumbo-sized pair of happy glasses. But not Lugubro. His was the grey view. Whether the issue at hand was toilet facilities for the camp—Lugubro was a stickler...
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THE CURSE OF THE URAL OWL By Dr. Mel Waldman
I’m the Ural owl. I haunt and possess you. If you see me in your dreams, you’re a dead human, a rotting corpse. Beware! * August 1980 Manhattan I entered Un-Reality today. My friend Martin, a short,...
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The Fountain by Adam Kelly Morton
You came home after the gig with the treble still ringing in your head, the screams of the roaring crowd—your fans. You went right to the kitchen and opened the fridge door; the light lit up the...
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Decrypting the Wizard By Alex S. Johnson
The wizard arrived Tuesday with the new tide. That is to say, something floated in: a medley of zigzags and straight lines, vaguely coffin-shaped. Until the object could be properly identified, it was...
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The Dashboard Dreamcatcher by Kimmy Dee
“Boogersnot!” Krissy swerved back into her lane and shot a futile glare at the oncoming convertible as it whizzed past. Rebecca paused mid-rant. “Excuse me?” “I’m sorry,” Krissy said. “I’ve been...
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Upsell off I-94 by Simon Pinkerton
Hello folks, step right in here. I’ll take care of you. Are you looking for anything in particular today? Got your hearts set on a certain model, or would you like some help choosing? These are all...
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UNKNOWN NUMBER By Frank Quinn
“I’m not going to tell you what it is,” Jessica said into her phone. “You’ll just have to see for yourself.” She slipped her credit card back in her wallet and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the girl behind...
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