The Worst Drug Dealer In The World by David Catney

The worst drug dealer in the world woke up that evening at about 6:45 P.M. He got out of bed. He scratched his taint then rubbed his eyes. He picked up a half finished, warm beer from the coffee table and choked it down. He walked over to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. The worst drug dealer in the world lit a cigarette … Continue reading The Worst Drug Dealer In The World by David Catney

Janitor With Assorted Responsibilities by Fawn Parker

Melanie made a muffled groaning sound. She strained her arm against the strip of cotton wrapped multiple times around her wrist, a bit too tight. Morgan untied the one arm. She lifted it and tapped the silicone ball between her teeth. “Oh,” he said. “I see.” He tied her hand back down and took the ball gag out of her mouth. “Untie me please.” “All … Continue reading Janitor With Assorted Responsibilities by Fawn Parker

The Comedian by Thomas Molander

“My relationship with rich people follows a predictable curve,” I said to Robin. We sat on stools with hunched backs, looking at traffic through the translucent Tim Hortons logo on a large, clean window. We sipped that awful coffee. “At the beginning, the rich love me,” I said. “Wait, hang on.” I spun my head. I’d seen a telling motion peripherally. There were thumbs whirring … Continue reading The Comedian by Thomas Molander

Three Poems by Nina Kamooei

insurrection i imagine the rouge rivers coming out of me to be drizzled on you really deeply love every single one of your draggings across splintery belows until my back bleeds the others do not see your craters, but the asymptote has followed and will follow you, forever approaching the truth a random walk through probabilities of past errors yielded ducks still sitting on roofs … Continue reading Three Poems by Nina Kamooei

We’re Flying, Right? by Brian Kelly

He was late for his flight and his wife still wasn’t pregnant. They’d tried four times a week for the last two years, sometimes five. “Can we try before you leave?” she asked. “Look at the clock, already, Nance.” “It’s five minutes of your time.” After they finished, he put his suit back on, his watch, his socks, his shoes. He checked his teeth in … Continue reading We’re Flying, Right? by Brian Kelly