Chicken Wings by Eddie McNamara

Somebody much better looking would need to play me in the movie version—taller, with only one chin, majestic and square. His hair would be dark, but the eyes would be clear blue so you knew you could trust him, and becoming a cop would have been this guy’s calling since he was a kid. On […]

Knacker Born Killer by Eddie McNamara

You never forget the first time you knock a grown man out. It’s a strange kind of thing that sticks with you, like losing your virginity, but somehow more satisfying. I was twelve. My father was getting ready to fight The Guv’nor, the hardest man, and biggest name on the London unlicensed boxing scene.

Dad thought caravan living was too luxurious for his fight preparation. He had to be granite for the 300lb Guv’nor. To Dad that meant sleeping rough and soaking his hands and face in brine like the old timers did. He’d smash a tire with a sledgehammer and grit his silver teeth with every punch that buckled the makeshift heavybag he hung from a tree.

Sleeping rough in the Irish midlands on a pile of straw is a hell worse than Dante himself could have dreamt of. It’s bone cold and soaking wet from the overnight frost. The fear that you’ll die in your sleep keeps you awake. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Blight Digest (Winter 2015) Releases

We are pleased to release our second edition of Blight Digest featuring thirteen tales to tantalize and terrorize the senses. Table of Contents Features: Farewell, Again by Matt Andrew Burrow by Paul J. Garth The Hunger, The Thirst by W.P. Johnson How Little Sleeps by Angel Luis Colón On Dark Wings by Tony Wilson The […]

Blight Digest Winter 2015 Reveal

BLIGHT DIGEST Winter 2015 is expected to release the last week of February, and includes 13 all new tales to tingle and terrorize. Our Table of Contents: Grant Jerkins Mathew Andrew Eddie McNamara Angel Luis Colón Paul Garth Mathew Allan Garcia Jacqueline Seewald Tony Wilson John Steele J M Perkins William P Johnson John Leahy […]

Padre Pio by Eddie McNamara

The girl was bored in the police station playroom—a room meant for smaller children, to provide a distraction, a return to normalcy, to get their minds off of why they were there in the first place.

“It breaks my heart to see her in there. She’s so serious.” Det. Finlay said, looking through the one-way glass at the girl staring with disinterest at the stuffed animals and coloring books. “We should have an iPad in the kids’ room. Something more age appropriate. She’s gotta be ten or eleven—too old for that baby stuff.”