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    BRIDESHEAD BEACH by Tom Hamilton
    January 21, 2010  Longer stories   Tags: ,   

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    “Look,” Kathryn said, “this one has the keys in it.”

    “It’s probably out of gas,” Maureen acknowledged, “most of the ones with the keys left in them are out of gas.”

    “Well,” Kathryn stripped off her business suit jacket and searched the mercifully empty streets, “we’re gonna have to give it a try.” She climbed behind the wheel and unlocked the passenger door so that Maureen could climb in the other side. (more…)

    SATAN CLAUS by Tom Hamilton
    January 4, 2010  Short stories   Tags: ,   

    “Mother,” asked Seymour, “what are you doing out of bed?”

    The old woman didn’t answer. She was carrying a lit wicket inside an archaic, silver, antique candle holder and the hot wax was dripping down onto her wrists. There was no need for this of course as the hallway was already ablaze with light courtesy of the best bulbs which G.E. had to offer. Plus the cold afternoon sun, which was brightened by the high piles of leftover snow outside, shone fearlessly through every available pane. (more…)

    FINISHED DIARY IN AN UNFINISHED BASEMENT by Tom Hamilton
    November 19, 2009  Short stories   Tags:   

    ..as I trudged through the tall snow, the wet fire of exhaustion steaming out from my mouth, I knew that I couldn’t stop: the temperature was supposed to top 40 degrees Fahrenheit and some of the snow was already starting to melt. The blizzard had been the only thing slowing the living dead down. They couldn’t move very well through the high drifts with their brittle limbs and stiff muscles. As afraid as I was of them, I had to admit that they were slow and their problem-solving skills were very rudimentary. One could literally stand and watch them flail around in the thick powder, panic blazing in their hell burned eyes like a soul drowning in fire. (more…)

    BALLOONS by Tom Hamilton
    August 19, 2008  Longer stories   Tags: ,   

    Johnny was the one who told me that she was still alive. “But don’t go over there.” He cautioned, turning his back on me as he walked across the room. When he got to the window he told me that he thought they had all the women they needed. He had even seen two teenage girls walking down the street unhindered. (more…)

    WESTIN by Tom Hamilton
    April 1, 2008  Longer stories   Tags:   

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    Once I had the dough kneaded out into a circle, Isaac strolled over and draped a cheese stick onto the bottom half. This created a mouth for our head. There I promptly applied two pepperonis for the eyes and even gave it some brows by carefully placing two banana peppers over those slices. We looked at our Frankenstein and then at each other before bursting out laughing. Big Barry came back from the register. For the last several minutes he’d been kissing the ass of some old woman who had complained about something alien to fine food being embedded in her ham and cheese. He had had to cough up a refund and, if this didn’t put him in a sour enough mood as it were, now he heard us snickering. (more…)

    THE DEAD CANNIBAL KILLERS by Tom Hamilton
    August 21, 2007  Short stories   Tags:   

    THE MAN IN THE SUIT AND TIE slashed his wife’s throat. But no blood squirted from the wound he had made on her grayish, beige neck. Nor did that stop her progression towards him. He stumbled back into the china cabinet, some of the dishes inside falling, breaking. He ran around the kitchen table with the butcher knife still clutched in his hand. She shuffled slowly ( But not slowly enough for his tastes.) after him as he tipped the proud wooden chairs from the dinette set onto her path. When this did not impede her route he used the knife again: Stabbing at the spot where he thought her heart might be. The blade ran clear through with an apple slicing sound, but again, this seemed to have no effect on her at all. The weapon stayed lodged in her chest as he caught her off balance and pushed her to the floor. (more…)

    DEATH BED by Tom Hamilton
    July 13, 2007  Short stories   Tags: ,   

    …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…)

    AVENUE F by Tom Hamilton
    July 2, 2007  Short stories   Tags:   

    As I sped down the carcass littered street, the gray asphalt blending with the hue of the exposed skulls, I thought about my first order of business. Well, the only business of any sort that I had left at this harrowing juncture, was to save Regina. I had thought about her a lot after the electricity went out inside my barricaded apartment. (more…)