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The King is Dead, Long Live the Queen

The King is Dead, Long Live the Queen

Short Fiction
Richard Barr
I’d met her at a Bonnie Tyler Tribute Night and I’d given her my number on that night, too. But I didn’t remember doing that, giving her my number, not till she texted me out of the blue the next day. And that was because, me not remembering I’d met this person, nor given her my number, that was because, I’d got that drunk on my G and Ts belting out all Ms Tyler’s hits, partaking in the Bonnie Tyler Tribute Night, that had a ten tonne elephant fallen through the ceiling during those overwrought proceedings, I wouldn’t have been able to recall it the next day, not one detail of it, were you to have ...
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Queen of Hearts

Queen of Hearts

Short Fiction
Gary Grace
So Five Card is my favourite game to play. This is mainly because I don’t have the patience for hold’em. There’s too much waffling and waiting. The flop, the turn and the river makes me want to drown in one. That and it’s hard to stay sober when the games go all night. At least with my mates they do. I like Five Card because it’s easy to play even with just two people. It’s intimate. That’s how I got to know Sofia. See hands go really quickly and it’s all about reads and getting to know the other person’s tells, their habits. You can tell a lot about someone in a game of Five Card ...
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Dumpster RabbittZ – Part Four

Dumpster RabbittZ – Part Four

Serial Fiction
Bryan Higby and Ricky D. Snyder
Chapter Four Miles Schakowsky was punching the clock, about an hour and a half late, at The CarLowDen Animal Control Department when he heard the telephone ring in the front office. That asshole Bernie had probably skipped out at four. Asshole, Miles thought, but then again, he was over an hour and a half late himself, and Bernie’s shift did end at four. He checked the heat on the front office coffee pot, still hot, but probably as strong and thick as tar, Miles thought. Okay that was fine with him since he needed the early morning wake-me-up anyway. Miles wasn’t as young as he used to be. Pushing fifty with a ...
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Inish-Selskar: A Rough Guide

Inish-Selskar: A Rough Guide

Daniel Wade
Short Fiction
Visitors are to be warned about the island of Inish-Selskar. Lurking firm and unbeaten by the storms and rogue waves of the pitiless Atlantic seaboard, it is located twenty miles northwest of the Inishowen Peninsula in Donegal, its steep, overhanging sea-cliffs rising balefully from the skyline as ships approach. Its legacy as Ireland’s premier Viking settlement makes it a compelling destination for travellers enthused both by history and far-flung places. Its rugged, untamed scenery of scrub plains and shingle roads means it rivals Aranmore off Co. Donegal for sheer size, and Skellig Michael off Co. Kerry for possession of the uniquely rough beauty so characteristic of the west Irish coastline. Despite this, it is one of ...
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A Naked Kiss From a Broken Doll

A Naked Kiss From a Broken Doll

Novel Excerpt
Peter Marra
I. The first corpse was found one week ago. Reports indicated it was a male, about fifty years of age, who had a reputation for selling narcotics and engaging in stalking and raping. He was well-known on the streets by the moniker pretty girl. The sex and age of his victims didn’t matter, anybody would do and anywhere he could get away with it was fine. The body had been discovered nailed to a church door. A thick spike was hammered through each wrist and likewise through each foot. According to the coroner, the killing occurred around one a.m. Saturday. The first person to discover the corpse was the sexton who arrived at her usual time ...
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The Quaker

The Quaker

Short Fiction
Rory Dwayne
Why does it feel I’ve lived this night before? Mike thought as he guided the bus down the road. Sometimes it feels that a night can go on forever. Even as the new day dawns, you find your mind slip back into the twilight, who’s to say we all don’t exist in an eternal loop? Some soul hanging a carrot and stick over your shoulder, leading you in circles as they leach the energy from your soul. Twisted minds prefer to dwell in the unlit corners of the spiritual plane, those sinister spirits that prey on the unwary. This story, dear reader, is a story about one of those spirits. So wherever you are, shut the ...
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The Lift

The Lift

Short Fiction
Peter Tammer
...so here we are stuck in the lift. It’s been quite a while. You know what it’s like when you get up and get dressed and come to town, on a day that you know you would definitely prefer not to come to town, when you would certainly rather stay at home, but you came to town to go to work and it’s not working, and the car didn’t like it and the traffic didn’t like it, and the people in the street didn’t like it, and they should have stayed at home on this day too? And here we are stuck in this lift, and how are we gonna get out and how long are ...
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Dumpster RabbittZ – Part Three

Dumpster RabbittZ – Part Three

Serial Fiction
Bryan Higby and Ricky D. Snyder
Chapter Three Bernie Falchuk was fast asleep behind his desk at the CarLowDen Animal Control Department when he received the call about the possible 10-91L, animal attack, at the abandoned CarLowDen Golf Course. He had been sleeping off a two-day drunk. Bernie was only one of three full time employees at the CarLowDen Animal Control Department working the graveyard shift, which ran twenty-four-seven. That call came in over two hours ago. It had taken old Bernie thirty minutes and twenty cups of coffee before he felt sober enough to get behind the wheel of the company van. A stop off at CarLowDen’s greasy spoon, Ralph’s Great Spot, for a cup of Joe ...
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