Sin Eaters
Fiction by Arbogast | Worst of all were the two empty eye sockets. The black holes did not show and could not show emotion. A smile was impossible too, as her lips were long gone
read moreFiction by Arbogast | Worst of all were the two empty eye sockets. The black holes did not show and could not show emotion. A smile was impossible too, as her lips were long gone
read moreFiction by Calvin Huckabee | Jerry stared unblinkingly at the overhead sun bulb in his little room. His white puffy body poured over the sides of the reclining chair, which doubled as his bed, like folded mayonnaise. His breathing was labored, though he hadn’t so much as stood in hours
read moreFiction by Stephen Pimentel | West of the Bosporus, the wilds began. Ancient tides whispered on the breeze across the land. A Persian outpost clung defiantly to the frontier, encircled by high stone walls, ramparts built of rough-hewn blocks and crowned with battlements, forming an imposing barrier against the wilderness
read moreFiction by Detective Wolfman | It had been months since Dutch Van Zandt had a woman. And now that he did he had her every way he could. And what a woman.
read moreFiction by Will Collins | Elsewhere in the lagoon, far from the canals and palazzos and factories, a small oared boat deposited its passenger on a barren islet. Like the brothers, the oarsman was curious about his commission, but he stayed quiet, having been paid handsomely to deliver the foreigner to a small island without asking questions
read moreFiction by Arbogast | For the first time in years, the young and vigorous special agent could not stop his phlegm-covered lungs from coughing, nor could he heal his aching head. It felt worse than a cold, but not as bad as the Spanish flu, which had once put Lieutenant Midnight of the famed Yankee Division on the shelf for the entirety of January 1919
read moreFiction by Jeremiah Suit | “But Daddy, since the sickness, nobody care about money no more. Bitches gettin’ jacked for they socks and hand sanitizer,” Candy said, emphatically, trying her damnedest to sound small and afraid
read moreFiction by Miles McNaughton | I yanked the seatbelt over his neck and pinned the gun to his leg. It went off, going straight through the driver’s seat. Julian yelled, going first for his ears, and then for his chest. The Mexican was throwing himself back and forth to turn around. His gun was in his hand…
read moreFiction by Elmore Collins | We were tired. So tired. It’s hard to tell you how tired we were. Things weren’t that bad until our second was born. A little boy with a cleft lip
read moreFiction by Frank Kidd | The bodies were damn near falling out of the back. Blood everywhere. Mangled flesh and bone. Charred uniforms that said the fighting had been up close and personal
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