SHORT STORY: Hurting As One by Mark McConville

Mark McConville - Hurting As One
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I look on at a catalyst who carries me through life, the girl who has become a lynchpin to me, who cuts through the noise, the reverberations, and I feel alive. Nicely placed, she pulls out her umbrella as the rain pours from immaculate heavens.

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SHORT STORY: In An Unmarked Place by Stephen J. Golds

Short Story - In An Umarked Place by Stephen J Golds
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Natalie was beautiful. She didn’t know it, but she was. Beautiful like something else. It was a broken and used-up kind of grace. A bouquet of rain-soaked flowers and silk ribbons laid to rest at the side of an empty lane where someone had died in a car wreck.

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SHORT STORY: Behold the Pale Horse by Andrew Davie

Andrew Davie - Behold the Pale Horse
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Jayson had put together a handpicked crew of capable but morally flexible people. Neither of them had previous military experience; one of them, Ocampo, had even served time. They wouldn’t win any medals or provide examples for a training manual, but Jayson didn’t care about that. He just needed for them to serve their purpose, and that they would most certainly do.

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SHORT STORY: Long Time Coming by MJ Newman

BRISTOL NOIR - Long Time Coming by MJ Newman
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Payback, it had been a long time coming but finally, I had the bastard. The last time we’d been out, Kyle had spiked my drink. I was so off my tits, I couldn’t bring my eyeballs down from the top of my head.

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SHORT STORY: The Golem by Andrew Davie

Short Story - The Golem by Andrew Davie
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Orlov had been putting the finishing touches on a newly upholstered couch when the phone rang. He picked up on the second ring. When K began to talk, Orlov flipped a switch near the base of the phone to scramble the signal and encode the conversation.

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SHORT STORY: A Last Look From The Half Moon Hotel by Stephen J. Golds

A Last Look from the Half Moon Hotel by Stephen J Golds
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He sat and smoked and gazed out of the murky window at Coney Island. The boardwalk. The beach. The ocean. He had been holed up in the hotel room for days now and it felt as though the room was gradually expanding as he felt himself diminish. It felt as though he was being slowly …

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