by Josh Olsen A dog was lying in the middle of 96. A dead dog. Black and white. Shaggy. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a dead dog. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time I’d seen a dead dog on that very same strip of highway. But this time the shock of it …
Category Archive: Flash
Jul 02
The Publishing House Speaks
“Esteemed cunts and cuntesses, would you now put your hands together and welcome to the stage Mr Anger Personified himself…Screetchin Scholar.” Hay, hay, hay, guys, wondering what’s got my goat this week? Well I was raging at the radges running the rat race, furious at the fuckers, mad at the media, irate at the state …
May 27
At The Supper Club
There was a supper club right on the Ocean. The kind of place that we would never be able to get into on our own. What happened was, we found some very fancy evening attire while dumpster diving behind the TGI Fridays. “Look at this gown!” she said, it was emerald green and only partially …
Apr 24
Even Serpents Shine
Michael Jackson and courtroom dramas are indeed a heady mix and he’s back, well not him personally but I saw on the news a frightened looking doctor up in the dock getting the blame thrown on him. Not entirely unexpected, it had to be someone’s fault and anyone suggesting the King of Pop to be …
Apr 21
Consequences
You were chasing demons with a Marlin .22 magnum rifle: floating demons, carried by wind and gray mist. Demons who showed their horrifically hideous distorted faces only through glass or in mirrors. Raising the rifle when the howling spirits appeared, you pulled the trigger. But never hit your target. The bullet passed straight through them. …
Apr 06
Take Me Home
After the movie I saw alone, I wandered into the bar. My throat clenched and my chest heaved to spot Cody. The ease of his toothy smile, the way he slung his arm around the shoulders of whomever made him laugh, the sandy blonde hair sweeping over his eyes. I discarded my paperback novel on …
Mar 16
Douglas Bader Post Pub Crawl Scenario
Through the puddles of piss and puke of the back alley of the Shaft Worker’s Arms walked the man with no legs. His alloy lower limbs with cosmetic gold plated toe nails clanked on each footfall and he whistled a tune he couldn’t name but had heard on the pub’s jukebox until he caught sight …