It was the Brit’s first US assignment, He’d killed for money on five continents, but never before had been asked to eliminate a target in North America. When the call came the Target was nothing special: a businessman in the Mason Building near Wall Street. He’d checked out the architectural plans and knew the specification […]
I was a fry cook for forty-two years. Now, before you bust a truss laughing, you hear me out. Wasn’t no McDonald’s, or Burger King, none of that shit—this was a decent place. Sure, a bit of a greasy spoon, but there’s nothing wrong with that. You tell me you don’t enjoy the now-and-again taste […]
Hello readers, If you’ve enjoyed the stories that appear on the Shotgun Honey website two-three times a week over the last 2 1/2 years from writers from all walks of life and locations on the globe, or you purchased our debut anthology Shotgun Honey Presents: Both Barrels, then I’d like to introduce you to our […]
A shadow of the dead tree strokes the wallpaper as if it were the devils own hand. The cradle is empty, just a couple of rags where little James slept this morning. I rock the empty cradle with my foot; I contemplate it, running my finger along the edge of the knife, every serration causes […]
I got out of the lukewarm shower, left the water running. I had to drown out the sound of when Lola slammed the door. The sound when she left. I walked out of the bathroom naked. The water dripped off me slowly. Even on my cheap carpet, those drops wouldn’t stain. Maybe Malcolm’s kitchen floor […]
Her arse was working overtime as it pumped hypnotically up and down. Thought, well at least he will die happy. I had let myself into the great hero’s hotel room and the wild screams and sounds of the fox hunt drew me to the bedroom. I liked the guy under the pumping blond . A […]
When consciousness returned to Gatlin he found the skin of his face tight from the harsh sun beating down on him. He was tied to a thick wooden post that had been driven into the sun baked dirt outside of the monastery wall while the other prisoners sat around his feet in chains. The older […]
The rider was tall and sat, high in the saddle on his Palomino; he was tanned by the southern sun but his eyes were light, he wore a planters hat with a white shirt and tan riding breeches, a pistol was belted at his waist and a pair sat in scabbards ahead of the saddle. […]
Ramirez went down in the second. A couple times. He’s standing now, on the ropes, uncertain of his footing, but he’s standing. The referee calls it anyway. TKO. Shit. The room erupts, four thousand people on their feet, spilling drinks and tossing fight cards, shouting and calling for blood. I grab Maria’s hand and make […]
Riding along with Homicide Detective Hendricks to take crowd photos for Narco, he starts sneezing before we even reach the first dead body. Great, gawping, “Thar She Blows” sneezes. I scoot closer. To the next scene, outside a grade school, I make sure to look at him when he sneezes. Leaning nearer to his reddened […]
When she saw the campfire, she knew it was them. The three riders. Men traveling side-by-side for seven days on horses plenty fed and watered, holding the reins with hands plenty drenched in gunpowder and death. Now they were down for the night, warming those filthy hands at the edge of the flames’ glow, cooking […]
They were shacked up in a little motel off the I-65 when he found them. Six days he had followed, looking for the battered beige Toyota in the parking lot of every low-rent roadside motor lodge. Six days of fast food and too many cigarettes, freeway exits blurring together, the names of towns mashing into […]
