MrBullBull

Kisses

My body kissed the concrete. You threw punches and kicks. One of them wagged a finger in your face, and you bit it. “You’re such pussies. Is that really all you got?” you said, taunting them, while I just lay there.… More

Two Stories

FLASH FICTION by Alex Carrigan

The only way I can eat cake is with a bruise on my forehead and my ponytail in his hand.… More

Sleepover

FLASH FICTION by Kellan Jansen

But, like I said, I’m only flesh and blood, and seeing my dog at that moment was worth sacrificing the $120 to me, because I was worried she was worried, you see. And the sex wasn’t that bad. But I had to drink something first.… More

Mango Shake for Two

FLASH FICTION by Garima Chhikara

That summer I learned that monkeys are sneaky avengers, you tease them once, stick your tongue out, and later they’re already a roof away; ants live in dripping faucets and behind damp plaster; Also, that my father might have a drinking problem.… More

Marching Orders

FLASH FICTION by Linda M. Bayley

He’s always told his boys, If at first you don’t succeed, say to hell with it and give up. He needs a goddamn knife. But his ankle’s been hurting him since 1939, since the night before he was due to ship out. It wasn’t even his fault; he was only a little bit drunk when the car slammed his motorbike into a brick wall.… More

Spring Training

FLASH NONFICTION by Salwa Emerson

I’d sit on his lap in a well-worn armchair while he watched TV and smoked his cigars, letting me take a drag or two. It was in these moments I fell in love with many things: the scent of tobacco on a man’s shirt, the stubble from his chin on my forehead, and the crack of the bat.… More

Dee P.R. Kay

BULL Interview by The Drevlow

NOLA has such atmosphere, grit and characters, that it does 90% of a writer’s job but it’s also a place that will chew you up and spit you out. NOLA is a broken black mirror of brutal self-discovery, and ain’t nobody walking away without his or her face cut up. … More

*Flatulence

FICTION by Matthew Thomas Meade

I grab the ice bucket from the dresser, but there’s a thumb in there, so I don’t want to use it. I check my hands to see if it’s my thumb, but it isn’t.… More

Maybe North Carolina Can Cure Me, After All.

FLASH NONFICTION by Sophie Nunberg

I have fucked my life up and now I’m unemployed, smothering in the high August air of Greensboro, North Carolina. The nearest soul I know is sixty-seven miles away, but they rip ass on the highway here, I can make it under an hour.… More

Chains, Not Gears

FLASH FICTION by Deems Ortega

Dad claims cheer is banal and salacious. He threatens to stop funding the rah-rah-sis-boom-bah. Mom offers that there are college scholarships in cheer. Dad holds that Lucy needs better grades, not a better Herkie. Mom offers a divorce. Dad goes silent.… More