by Nick Gerrard I have nothing against prostitutes. In fact I like them a lot. I don’t like prostitution, or guys that use them. And I really hate pimps. The lowest of the lowest. On the other hand though; when I lived in Balsall Heath, it was kind of the norm. Not for me, but …
Oct 15
Meth Pipe
by Josh Olsen While walking my dog, Kelso – a merle, Australian Shepherd/Collie mix – I came upon what I believed to be a meth pipe. It was left in plain view, on the sidewalk, in front of one of the many foreclosures in our neighborhood, and when I breathlessly relayed this information to KT, …
Oct 15
Phantoms
by Rob Pierce I knew her before the scars. I still see her unscarred, although I see her scarred as well. I see a montage of her faces past and present. She aches where limbs were severed, and I feel arms that no longer exist wrapped around me tight. She cannot let go of me …
Oct 15
An Admission from the Object of Female Objectification
by George Korolog I want to selfishly put this to you. I want you to turn me loose on your body. I don’t want to wait for you to make up your mind. I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to admit to anything or explain. I want you to draw near, close your …
Oct 15
Empty cunt from hell
by Teri Louise Kelly You know what I am The kind of girl gets on a plane & hopes it’ll crash Gets in a lift & hopes the cable snaps The kind of cold-hearted bitch from nowhere you know Only goes to sea in the hope of drowning Only crosses a bridge in the hope …
Oct 15
Red October
by Brian Fugett I was well into my third beer when I noticed her giving me the proverbial ‘once-over’ at the Halloween party. She was a 5’ 3” brunette dressed as Frank Miller’s version of Robin the Boy Wonder and was endowed with an immaculate pair of 36 Cs that pressed out the little “R” …
Oct 15
Black & White Whisky
by Philip Vermaas I used to go to the bottle store up the road to, of course, buy booze. It’s the child store of the adjoining supermarket franchise and I started going there with my ex. When we didn’t feel like wasting time which could be better spent naked and eating and drinking in bed, …
Oct 15
Honey Badger vs. Cobra; or Philosophical Sexpot calls the Kettledrum Black-Thong–An Eclectic Mutt TellTail-Tale
by Quasimofo Snyder 1st mistake: Pact with the Devil to level up: Ever wiped your ass with a cookie and sell it as a fudge-brownie? I have. I run a snackbar in Hell. This is my story: I have tasted fear, and I can tell you it tastes nothing like beer. Unless you undertip the …
Oct 15
Whiskey
Selection from Hard Times Galore by Patrick Vincent Welsh Blaine’s car died in a blizzard in Wyoming. He was traveling from Pittsburgh to Nevada where his uncle promised him work in his motorcycle shop as long as Blaine promised to stay sober, which he agreed upon without argument because he didn’t drink anyhow. His uncle …
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