On the first date, I took her up to the observation deck of the radio tower next to the tracks. From there, you can see the city in all its degenerate orange light. We sat, legs dangling off the edge… Continue Reading
“He’s built for speed. A regular speed demon.” Those were the first words heard and understood by steam locomotive number 9028. He considered the phrase in the steel matrix of his mind and decided Speed Demon was a good name… Continue Reading
“YeeHAW! Hot Damn!” Tim drained his third Dos Equis and wiped his mouth on a denim shirtsleeve. “Hey, Angel Face. You have a pen hidin’ back there behind that bar you can toss my way? I got me an idea… Continue Reading
Listen to “Clear Title” by Brian J. Hunt, read by Brian J. Hunt: [display_podcast] Brian J. Hunt is the editor of several books on vintage art including “The Outlandish Art of Mahlon Blaine”. His stories have previously appeared here and… Continue Reading
Pretending not to notice is the worst part, patiently sitting on the settee, making polite conversation with Steve’s mum, sitting correctly, laughing in all the right places, and not staring at the demons dancing and making faces behind her chair,… Continue Reading
A river ran beneath the trees among which they used to stroll, hand-in-hand. She leaped into it. A precipice stared over the valley that they used to tread, arm-in-arm. He hurled himself off of it. The most momentous, most catastrophic… Continue Reading
News came from the hospital over a week ago, and Edith had stood in Frank’s house alone, gulping vegetable soup out of the can. She sat in his cushioned blue recliner and stared at the photograph of Frank with his… Continue Reading
The brilliant mad inventor Tarantula Turnbull built herself a robotic man, for all the wrong reasons. She called him Adam Mann, but it came out like, “A Damn Mann.” She hated men, but she admired their sleek power and cunning,… Continue Reading
It’s backless, green, thick thick satin. It’s how I’ve always wanted you to look, he told me in the shop. And I knew it was true. The dress is that bright emerald green film stars wear to contrast with red… Continue Reading
They’d told me the cottage was empty, but that wasn’t exactly true. After hiking a quarter mile to get there, I was unnerved when I saw a drape move in the front window. I loudly announced that I was the… Continue Reading