Short Story: Pot Holes
by Scott Bell In the days before Sam Cable became a Texas Ranger, he served as a trooper with the Texas Department of Public Safety. Some days on the highway patrol were fraught with danger.
by Scott Bell In the days before Sam Cable became a Texas Ranger, he served as a trooper with the Texas Department of Public Safety. Some days on the highway patrol were fraught with danger.
by Russ Hall He went to get a drink and his tongue lapped in a harsh rasp across the bottom of the empty bowl. Across the room his upright ones were watching the fake people
by Claire Matturro “Hey, Birdie, let’s go to Atlanta,” my cousin Rose said over lunch. “I need to run an errand.” She jumped up, yanked open her junk drawer, tugged out a Tupperware box, and dropped
by Brett McKay (Drawing by Mason McKay) Zane stepped into the crowded living room and stood next to two men in white suits. Jenkins was a tall, broad shouldered man, and his partner, Dallas, was
Pest Cemetery by Scott Bell is on sale August 6th – 9th for only $0.99. Bradley Langston, college dropout and drifter, is at a dead end. His last stop before living out of his car
by John L. DeBoer Ice points form on my mustache, Vapor breath is labored. I put one cramponed foot ahead, Then rest before the next: A steady rhythm, moving up, Can’t yet see the summit.
by Scott Bell Javier Lazano arrived for the interview earlier than he wanted, but later than he expected. The door hissed open and he stepped inside. Men packed the waiting room. Wall-to-wall males, configured in
by Russ Hall Forty-seven pogo sticks Showed up by error at the nursing home. Retired duffs and greying dames Cast off their walkers; one Rose up from a steel wheelchair. “Oh, brittle bones, we do
by Marie Flanigan T settled on a roof across from the arcade. He unzipped his gear bag and began assembling his rifle. In less than a minute, the gun was mounted on a tripod and