Featuring:
Barry Basden
Howie Good
Jason Harris
Grayson W. Hooper
Jason Henry McCormick
Molly Elizabeth Rydzel
Copyright © 2010 by Individual Authors
All Rights Reserved
Featuring:
Barry Basden
Howie Good
Jason Harris
Grayson W. Hooper
Jason Henry McCormick
Molly Elizabeth Rydzel
Copyright © 2010 by Individual Authors
All Rights Reserved
420
For the last six hours, I have sat at this desk and stared at this screen while attempting to write a story for Short, Fast, and Deadly. Some of my previous thoughts about what to write down here include: Adderall; murder; dinosaurs; titties; and astronauts. Upon conclusion of this sentence, I am going to hit the head then do the robot while I smoke a joint, because I am staring at only 393 characters and I need 420.
By Jason Henry McCormick of San Diego
Shopping Online
We Vibe together for Valentines (V: Helpful @ Hustler). But I found love cheaper on Amazon dot Com. Everyone has a price. And a coupon code.
by Molly Elizabeth Rydzel of Los Angeles
by Molly Elizabeth Rydzel of Los Angeles
Web of Confection
"What fool would dare come here?" The gangly man descended upon the girl at his doorstep with a large axe. His black bathrobe swayed from side to side with his long, spidery legs. He kicked the screen door open and reared back menacingly on his vulnerable prey.
"Buy my cookies, mother fucker." The girl hissed defiantly, flashing her toothy maw.
"Let me get my wallet," he wailed and skittered back into darkness.
"Buy my cookies, mother fucker." The girl hissed defiantly, flashing her toothy maw.
"Let me get my wallet," he wailed and skittered back into darkness.
by Grayson W. Hooper of Leesburg
Shell Game
I cracked open the fortune cookie and read, "There are no pictures on the scorecard." It’s a tough par 3. The green is an island. I hit my hybrid hard, but the ball is headed for the drink. No way it lands dry. I see a splash, but the ball bounces up 25 feet, onto the green. There are no rocks. Then, I see it. Camouflaged in the water is a huge turtle. I’m inches from a birdie! There are no pictures on the scorecard.
by Jason Harris of Weston
In the Shadow of a Junk Pile
Antiquaries in toupees,
admit it! You never knew
the nest existed
until all the leaves fell.
by Howie Good of Highland
admit it! You never knew
the nest existed
until all the leaves fell.
by Howie Good of Highland
50th Reunion
On the Interstate after the reunion, he began dreaming of Ruth, of slow-dancing with her at their high school prom.
He woke up when he hit the Suburban, then exchanged insurance information and drove home to San Antonio, a hundred miles away.
Later, the doctors said it was the seatbelt that jerked his heart back to life.
He woke up when he hit the Suburban, then exchanged insurance information and drove home to San Antonio, a hundred miles away.
Later, the doctors said it was the seatbelt that jerked his heart back to life.
by Barry Basden of Llano
