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W_RD_E by Anthony Neil Smith

Day 1: STEAL GRAMS BUICK ENJOY RIDES Splendid! Day 2: STEAL PAPAS PISTO (del, del, del, del, del) SIDEA (del, del, del, del, del) FORTY FIVE (del) FIVVE (Not a word) Aw! Better luck tomorrow! Day 3: DRIVE BUICK LIQUO (del, del, del, del, del) BOOZE STORE STICK UP (del, …

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Depth Charge by Andrew Davie

Mel heard the sound of the motor before he saw the boat. He stayed hidden around the corner of the building and peered out. The entire area had been submerged like the work of a vengeful God of the Old Testament or a futuristic SciFi film after global warming had …

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The Blood Bubble by Chris L. Robinson

“Best guy I ever knew with a knife was named Heney. Heney got sent to deal with a big mouth once, and just by luck, cut off the guy’s ear. Fucker bled like you wouldn’t believe–head wounds do that–and the guy got the message to keep his mouth shut. So …

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Cane Mutiny by Jim Guigli

“Bart, he took my new silver cane.  It was a beauty.  Expensive, too.  I came down to San Francisco to buy a replacement for my old cane, the Manila folder — always folding at the wrong time.  Jesus, what’s happened to this town?  I was standing on the sidewalk with …

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Samaritan by William Blick

Sometimes it is best not to get involved. Although, I’ve never been a person to sit by and let things just happen. Maybe it is best to mind your business. I was living in this apartment. Things were fairly peaceful and then the new neighbors arrived. The cuffs are tight. …

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Voting Day by Nils Gilbertson

It was Voting Day in Referendia, the kickoff to voting season. Luckily for the noble citizens of the nation, voting wasn’t confined to a single day, but rather, extended over several weeks. It was a glorious time when everything could be subject to a vote and everyone had to answer …

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THE LAST CUSTOMER by ALBERT KANACH

“They weren’t open. They must have closed early.” Carol watched Stanley for a reaction but averted her eyes as he turned, not wanting to make eye contact. He might see that as a challenge, as defiance. Stanley’s face turned red signaling that the rage that was always just below the …

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Paul, His Mom, And Bull by Luther Jackson

Honey’d tired of Paul asking, afterward, “Did you get off?” She explained Bull Frost fucked her in high school. Made her come multiple times. She couldn’t walk afterward. Paul not only agreed to let her sleep with Bull again, he begged to watch. Paul called Bull white trash. Belittled him …

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