They’ll find each other in the dairy aisle, and she’ll say, “Oh I was looking for you!” and he’ll go pull out his massive credit card and massive dick and maybe they’ll have sex right there, in front of the probiotic yogurt and alternative butter.… More
I Can’t Live Without My Radio
FLASH FICTION by Aaron F. SchnoreThey call me Randall here, a retired accountant. Once I was MC Assassin.… More
Something Bad Happened to That Martin Kid
CREATIVE NONFICTION by JD ClappI was old enough to know shit was going on that my folks wanted to hide from me, but young enough not to care. I had my own secrets.… More
Did You Hurt Your Head, Sir?
FLASH NONFICTION by Dion DennisTurning to his patient, and grinning, the paramedic asked: “Perdóneme, un pregunta, Señor: Dañó su cabeza?” (Excuse me, one question, Sir: Did you hurt your head?)… More
Bering
FLASH FICTION by Ross McMeekinAt six, still raining, sky gray as sand, he walked along the shipyards. Stacks of rusty pots, boats up on stands, messy gravel parking lots. He passed puddles, but none big enough to demand his attention. None could hold a crab, much less a ship.… More
The Bull Pen
FLASH FICTION by Scott T. HutchisonBig time baseball pitchers pose in mirrors, thinking they’re all sporting fairly large and attractive balls. But baseball is silly. My daddy has a pair of dried-out bull dangles on his truck hitch, and I’m not talking stupid rubber impostors.… More
Owned Something
FLASH NONFICTION by AndreWe had been together for six years before I semi ended things and moved up north. I used the semi because I rarely truly close a chapter. I usually leave a hope, a possibility, a kindle before I am never seen again.… More
All Hackers Go To Hell
FICTION by Charley PaxosYou can kill everything in the game, an entire universe of things to murder, and the few things that you can’t kill, you can bring to life with cheat codes and then kill. Intense violence, blood and gore, Graphic Depictions of Harm has it all.… More
Squared to the Puck
FICTION by Gary James ErwinA man shouldn’t have to apologize for the smell of his own equipment or for what he tried to do to stay in shape.… More
The Elevator
FICTION by Kevin LoughrinExcept it’s not the light that causes me pain. It’s the darkness. I can hardly step out in the sun at all anymore, let alone stare at it. Cancer. The sun hates us, you know.… More
Richard Lange
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonIf you’re going to be a serious writer, you MUST read widely outside your “genre.” Classics, the ancient Greeks, poetry, experimental stuff. Everything, all the time. That way you’re not just regurgitating what other writers in your lane are doing.… More
