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DEAD THRILLS by Eric S. Brown
July 8, 2007 Short stories
Jimmy struggled to pull the gun free of the dead soldier’s holster as the dead man opened his mouth and drooled blood onto him. Yellow, red stained teeth drew closer to Jimmy’s neck. The Claire’s axe blade fell clean and smooth into the soldier’s skull. The dead man stopped moving and collapsed onto Jimmy. He shoved the dead man off of him as Claire placed her foot on the dead thing’s back and ripped the axe free. (more…)
AVENUE F by Tom Hamilton
July 2, 2007 Short stories Tags: Tom Hamilton
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…)
HEADSPACE by William Blake Vogel III
June 29, 2007 Poetry Tags: poem, William Blake Vogel III
Hungry is the empty flesh,
Ravenous as the Angel Death;
So rot the pestilence
Grey tissue, vacant eyes:
Soulless angst rages
In this murder meat device
Gnawing, biting teeth
That kill and eat;
Carrion screams forever bleed.
THE TEXAS RANGERS by Scott Davis
June 25, 2007 Short stories Tags: World War Z format
Austin, Texas
November 2030
Clyde Doutree sits in his office and listens offhandedly to a police scanner. The dark room seems to be more of an armory than an office. As the leader of the newly formed Texas Rangers, Doutree has spent the last few years after the war reclaiming Austin. His white hair, well-worn cowboy hat, and handlebar mustache make this already big man seem that much larger. (more…)
WRAP YER WEASEL, SON by Clitoris Rex
March 19, 2007 Humorous,Short stories Tags: Clitoris Rex
Ask anybody out here, they will tell you that I bring in money. Steadily. Godzilla could be wrecking shop around here stepping on buildings and shit, and I’d have him hitting me up for trim and blow on a Saturday night. I work. This is what I do. (more…)
UNTITLED by Clitoris Rex
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…)