• S T Joshi
    March 2, 2015
    "Hey, old man,” he said in a faintly foreign accent.“How far is it to the next town?” He held up the empty gas-can in his hand. “Ran out of fuel. Well, what do you say? Speak, man, speak! Where’s your tongue? How far is it to the next town?”
  • Joe Lansdale
    February 28, 2015
    The rules were simple: no presents, no children, just adults, drinking and eating and singing, and later, if anyone had a good Christmas story, they were allowed to tell it. Usually there was time for one good long story, and that was it.
  • Steve Rasnic Tem
    February 27, 2015
    They’d started the diet together, Clyde and Marjorie. Marjorie had stopped after losing thirty pounds and kept it off except for the occasional slip. Clyde didn’t care either way, unless it helped her live longer.
  • Derek Kunsken
    February 26, 2015
    I think Buddha is surprised. It’s hard to tell with him. I’ve only been following him around for a few days. And despite his enlightenment and extinguishing of self, it’s hard to imagine that he’s not irritated with me. I would be if I were tossed out of the Celestial Temple by two midgets, a bearded woman, and a clown on a unicycle.
  • Chris Marrs
    February 25, 2015
    "Autumn opened the door leading out of the pub’s washroom. Bobby stood in the entrance. He pushed her back inside and into a stall..."

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