In the Night

1:36 am The back-lit digital screen blinked the number at him as his car snaked along the highway at 83 miles per-hour. A momentary glow lit up his face orange. A puff of smoke hid it again, hanging still in the tiny atmosphere enclosed inside the mustang. The tiny digital screen went out again, and…Read more In the Night

Stumbling Home

She had missed the last train and there was only one person she knew in the whole city. Her friends had gone home earlier, but nooooo she wanted to stay with the tanned hunk she’d been pulling at the club. He’s nice, she said. I’m probably gonna stay at his, she said. Turned out, he…Read more Stumbling Home

Bobby Falcon

Write a story involving a detective investigating a crime his partner committed. 10 mins. I knew Bobby hadn’t done what they said he’d done. I knew Bobby for nearly fifteen years now. He wudn’t no angel. He was a piss-drinking, shit-talking, short-tempered sonofabitch, but murder? Nah. Deep down Bobby was a softy. He couldn’t hurt…Read more Bobby Falcon

An Improvement

I told him not to get an Apple iCoffee, and now the world’s ending. Could’ve gone with Folgers, Nespresso, or an ancient percolator; hell, I would’ve taken instant coffee and a kettle. But no. Aaron had to be all tech-savvy and get the latest and greatest piece of faux-minimalist plastic crap from Steve Jobs’ house…Read more An Improvement

Emotions

Fear Deren’s skin shook with every beat of his heart pounding out of his chest. His lungs felt bathed in ice and his muscles burned alive in acid. He kept running. The shadow at the back of his neck curled around his heart, squeezing, ripping, tearing at him as he fled.   Anger Kren’s vision…Read more Emotions

Edge

“Where were you last night?” That question had an edge to it. The kind of edge that a samurai sword must have as one is about to commit ritual suicide. Terry could feel the edge dancing about his throat with every passing second he failed to answer his wife. She had nothing to worry about,…Read more Edge

Ashtray

I flicked the tip of my cigarette into the chipped china ashtray. Even in June I hated having the window open. I'm not supposed to smoke in my apartment building though, so, I guess I have to keep pretending to be a productive member of society. Another drag on the end of the fiberglass filter…Read more Ashtray

Long Live The King

  In a hall in Warsaw, a tall, wide and empty hall made of stone and glass; a hall which – at one end – sat an oaken desk with soft leather inlay, and brass knobs on the drawers; a hall which – at the other end – were two double doors, each as wide…Read more Long Live The King

Exhaustion

Laura pounded away at the spongy astro-turf as she made her way around the inside of Lincoln High's track. It'd been an hour. Maybe longer. She hadn't brought her watch, but she'd counted about 50 times around the endless road. Maybe 48. Maybe 52. She lost count somewhere around 34, and had just guessed the…Read more Exhaustion