Fuck My Wife with Your Nazi Dick! Part 3
VIII. Sarah couldn’t help the groan that loosed itself from deep inside her chest. Is it the coke? Never, never felt so good. Like I’m in college…
Bayonet
I. Grandpa told him about the ‘Nam and the crazy ass 60’s. Private First Class Jeremy Wilson was “heading into the shit.” But shit nuttier than…
Commando Dagger
I. Patricio hung out on the porch soaking up the sunshine. Same porch, same summer sun as for most of the 30 years of his life. Same fucking…
Fuck My Wife with Your Nazi Dick! Part 2
V. Denis felt his turgid member pulsing in his hand. He edged it, one stroke, two stroke, stop. Sarah’s wavy red hair stopped tossing. A black fist…
Ka-Bar
Fugue states are a bitch. That was the last normal thought Robert had. Traffic on Main Street was snarled. Fucked. Packed. A complete clusterfuck. It…
Karambit
“I’m just saying, there’s a gap in the video where we don’t see what happened when George Floyd ended up on the ground.” The man who spoke these…
Fuck My Wife with Your Nazi Dick! Part 1
I. “Meet at Wienerschnitzel 5pm?” Jimmy looked at the text. Put his phone back in his pocket. Then took it out again. Put it back. Then out again.…
Milites Noctes, Part 4
XIII. The climb burned the last of their gas. Hand over hand. Boots catching on rungs. Maintaining a precarious balance. 60 pounds of gear on their…
Milites Noctis, Part 3
XI. A light haze still surrounded them. No sign of the rest of the squad. Until ahead of them stood a man waiting. Dressed in olive green BDUs, he…
Flagrante Delicto
George Lewis was sweating. Called from the comfort of his cubicle, he was sweating. A typical e-mail from HR: “...would request your attendance in…
