When questioned, Blac confessed to being an artist, claimed to have loved his victims, which he considered his creations whom he desired to preserve in a more perfect, permanent state.… More
Exit Plans
FLASH FICTION by Gun DokgoA dead man’s bullet holes leak feathers that form a vortex under a police helicopter’s rotor wash, making the scene resemble an eerie snow globe.… More
My Condolences
FICTION by Sean Taro NishiAfter I heard Carolyn’s brother died I figured I should buy her some flowers. I mean, if my brother got high and fell in front of a train I’d want some flowers.… More
The Milltown Diplomats Athletic Club, Summer of ‘42
FLASH FICTION by Chris Cocca“Dago,” Bill said, what do’yer think?”
“I think I’ll put it in the creek,” Vic said. “Don’t you worry your pink cheeks.”
“Eat shit,” the pitcher said. “I think I’ll put it in your mom.”… More
Blue Moon
FLASH FICTION by Sean McConnellThere was no reason to take it. No reason to stay and no reason to leave. She would wake in the blue dawn light and know that he was gone and that he had taken something from her which she would not get back. Maybe that was the reason.… More
Username Game
FICTION by J. R. WormingtonIt’s a sorry-ass way to go through life, being sorry that you take up space.… More
PETER MOUNTFORD
BULL Interview by Shaun Anthony McMichaelAll fiction is very much about time. But we have awareness of only the things that have transpired in our own lives. Our memories are deeply flawed. So there is a kind of dream machine that’s taking place while you’re trying to explain what you’ve seen in the world and your imagination does get involved.… More
Two Essays
FLASH NONFICTION by H.L. DelaneyI used to think toughness was armor. Now I think it’s trust—running straight at the world believing it might love you back.… More
Soldier of God
FLASH FICTION by Christian FullerWe will plant a church and that church will grow like a flower I don’t know the name for. But we are not gardeners. We carry weapons fashioned against The Enemy. We are soldiers of God.… More
Where The Water Goes
FLASH FICTION by Susmita MukherjeeHe’d promised himself, promised his therapist, he’d stop letting anger be the first thing out of his mouth. But here he was, a grown man, sober for three months, crying over a clogged drain while his son watched him unravel like cheap plumbing.… More
Bloodsuckers
FICTION by Dina DwyerShe looked at me with that gorgeous face twisted into its worst shape: pity. I hoped she would get hit by a slow-moving car on her way across the street. Just enough to tip her over, the cabbie honking and screaming out his window, her big round ass hitting a red road reflector as she goes down.… More
