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…
The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 30: Bungalow by the Sea
A real estate agent in Carmel, California showed her client the last entry of the day. It was around the time where the sunsets were at their most…
Jack Tone Road
The Central Valley spreads out like a giant patchwork quilt. Green squares of orchards, brown rectangles of newly tilled ground, ready for seed. The…
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…
The Pilgrim’s Digress: Chapter 9
Hughes entered the hallway ahead of Amos at a brisk pace, his hands extended at his sides as if awaiting something from him. However, he grew nervous…
Ice Creamer, Part 1
I. Something very special about air travel: the way it bleeds fear into your soul. The tightening of the stomach. The queasiness. The hands around…
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…
Lord of the Crimson Snow: The Saga of Krampus
"The mystery which binds me still--- From the torrent, or the fountain--- From the red cliff of the mountain--- From the sun that 'round me roll’d In…
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…
The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 29: Going on Leave
One cold November night, Luther and I were sitting in my car on our surveillance duty. Three guys in hoodies walked out of the residence we were…
