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Bingo Night, Part II by Vincent Zandri
Stan gets out, taps on the door, three distinct times. We wait. Finally the door opens. “Took you so long, babes?” Derrick, standing in the dark open door, thumbs jammed inside his leather utility...
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The Gouger by Eric Westerlind
Martin Skyrelli draped a red cloth over the standing mirror in his house because he could not stand to stare at himself any longer, and he had been doing so for days. Before that, less. You’ll...
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The Bridge by Simon Maltman
Part 1 I opened the door into my small and let’s say minimal office at just after half nine that morning. As usual, I had made the short journey on the metro from Chodov to Pancrák, grabbing a take out...
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Lorraine was a game that Nathan played with great relish. Not a childish game, but a sport called life. First, there were odds. Odds that her husband, Dexter, wouldn’t discover their affair. The...
View ArticleBlood and Botany by Simon Maltman
“Pass us the rake Brian, would ya?” “Two seconds mate… there you go.” “Cheers,” said Tim, starting into a final tidy up of the lawn, “if you wanna load up the van that’ll do us.” “No probs,” Brian...
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Some say a gentleman’s crimes, no matter how well-intended, are permanent. That they affix themselves to his brow, or shine from the skin of his neglected soup, or find some other way to creep about...
View ArticleTHE FINAL COUNTDOWN… 5… The Master by Dr. Mel Waldman
In an unfathomable moment of murderous unreality, I shoot the Master. He laughs uproariously. I shoot him again and again and after an interminable fusillade, he falls to the ground. But when I gaze at...
View ArticleTHE FINAL COUNTDOWN 3… HUNTERS By Jeff Dosser
The only truly positive thing you can say about zombies is they’re terrible at hiding, particularly in the woods, constantly thrashing through the underbrush, stomping through leaves. Then, of course,...
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Mark Finney’s footsteps echoed as he walked across the rusty, metal railway bridge. A steely fog was spreading itself across the town and he could no longer see the trains creeping slowly below him. He...
View ArticleTHE FINAL COUNTDOWN 1… CHINA WHITE IN MASHPEE by Richard Godwin
1. WORK. Elixirs come in many forms, I have found, but there are none as good as a well-executed job. Work: I am tired of all the Murphy Artists, con men lining up on the puke stained sidewalks, all...
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