I let out my tenth and loudest sigh for the day following the web page visage before me stating my EBT benefits had not yet arrived and taunting me with its $0.99 balance. I mean, what the fuck can you buy for that much to hold you over for a whole day? I had no […]
The mud clings to Mallory’s boots like an unwanted memory, making a wet, sucking sound whenever she takes a step. Brown water quickly drowning any footprints she leaves behind as she makes her way towards the car abandoned on the side of the road. Inside it she finds a man sitting on the driver seat, […]
Last time I had the pleasure to interview Tom Pitts, who has been many things over the years, most recently co-editor for Out of the Gutter‘s The Flash Fiction Offensive. So I thought we’d piggyback Tom’s interview with his co-editor, friend and fellow survivor, Joe Clifford. The men two share many things in common, from […]
They’re here all right. I hear ‘em. Hell’s waitin’ for me just outside this dusty old cooper mine. They’re madder than hell, lookin’ to kill me on a count I killed one of them. I’d kill that son of a bitch again, if God let me. Fat Boy came up to my room last night. […]
The night Farrell brought me to the old lady’s house on Monroe Avenue and Sixth, I wasn’t sure I could do it. We stood there on the crumbling, fucked up curb and smoked a joint. He was piss-drunk and nursing a broken arm from the rebellious dick with the baton from the lick last Tuesday. […]
The storm was churning and the newscasters were prophesying with porcelain veneers, bloodshot forecasters pontificating over satellite maps with furrowed brows. We had been preparing for this system twenty minutes. Mom already had a black eye and Dad was knocked out the window into the swimming pool. The eye was aiming our way; windows were […]
Carla and I stood on the deck watching the port burn. She kept asking if I’d really, truly forgiven her. She held my hand. Of course, my love, I told her. Then we went to hoping we’d made it out in time. Nope. The blight appeared aboard the second day. Two people went down with […]
Last year to celebrate our 1st anniversary by announcing Shotgun Honey Presents: BOTH BARRELS, a collection of 29 stories from authors who we either invited or who passed the gauntlet of our diligent editors for the final placement. It is something we hoped would spark interest and continue to be a perennial publication, allowing us […]
The Dogleg Saloon was bustling. Hardly a minute went by without a prospector or cowboy coming through the swinging doors. Folks crowed around the bar ordering shots of rye and whiskey. Whores walked bow-legged among the rowdy crowd while the piano player banged out the tunes of Stephen Foster. Not many of the patrons paid […]
We rode down Sunset, and crept along Franklin Avenue. We stalked through the hills, then slid back into the city. I lost my bearings Harlan twisted us through so many alleys. He may as well have put a bag on my head. We finally stopped at the carcass of some warehouse. Windows boarded up, graffiti […]
I’m cruising, drinking an Orange Julius-with-egg, thinking of My Little Pony, when the Crown Vic’s hood buckles like a boulder hit it. Engine shrieks. Cruiser bangs dead. Steam shoots straight up through the NOPD crescent. I can’t hear any of that. Just noise like God chiseling inside my skull. Two weeks into patrol, and I’ve […]
My first experience with Tom Pitts was “A Loaded Question” which he submitted to Shotgun Honey back in October 2011, we pretty much ate it up and published it a few weeks later. That was followed up with a longer story, “Luck,” that he submitted and we published in our first anthology BOTH BARRELS. He […]
