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DEATH BED by Tom Hamilton
July 13, 2007 Short stories Tags: guns, Tom Hamilton
…but they pulled the rifle away from me, twelve hands, sixty fingers on the long barrel. It went off and one of the grey faces
exploded like a kicked, albino pumpkin. Now that the weapon was gone I could only try and re-close the door. (more…)
UNTITLED PART 2 by Clitoris Rex
Short stories Tags: Clitoris Rex, drugs, guns
I came to in a muddy stupor. Screaming, fucking screaming was my alarm clock, on the hood of my car, someone was being devoured. How I was still alive I had no idea, the G was picking Prick up and slamming him down on the hood by his ribs, I shook my head as clear as I could and grinned as the first thing I saw was the G’s greasy fingers dug completely into Prick’s ribs, to the first knuckle. His head cracked the windshield. He was still alive. (more…)
UNTITLED by Clitoris Rex
March 19, 2007 Short stories Tags: Clitoris Rex, contest winner, drugs, guns
–It was never clear where or how these patrons ended up going. The “how” was eventually taken care of first by a busboy, then a cop, then a coroner, then a bunch of people in green scrubs saying, “what the fuck?” quickly before they had their throats ripped out. (more…)