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- 01-07-2010
- Injustice for All by D. E. Fredd
- The Polysyllogistic Curse by Gary J. Shipley
- How It's Done by Anjoli Roy
- Ghost Dance by Connor Caddigan
- Two in a Van by Pavlo Kravchenko
- 01-04-2010
- Uncreated Creatures by Connor Caddigan
- Invisible by Anjoli Roy
- One of Us by Sonia Ramos Rossi
- Storyteller by Alan McCormick
- 01-01-2010
- Idolatry by Robert Smith
- P H I L E M A T O P H I L I A by Traci Chee
- They Do! by Al Po
- 10-15-2009
- Love Fwd'd On by Chris Vaughan
- The The Theft of the Magi by Gregory Anthony Schneider
- Sam Edwine Gets That All-Important Publishing Contract, and Decides What the Key Word of His Book Shall Be by Tom Bradley
- 07-01-2009
- Notes on a New Financial Year by Chris Vaughan
- The Diddling of the Immensity by Thor Garcia
- The Right Woman by Roger Castle
- 07-01-2009
- Mawlawchee by Ben Drinen
- 06-01-2009
- Successful P's by Chris Vaughan
- Excerpt from Dear Vito by Mickey Z.
- As the Song Goes by Ryan McBride
- 05-01-2009
- Menage a Deux by Hugh Fox
- Maybe I'm Stupid by Steven Schutzman
- 04-01-2009
- Americans vs. Aneurysms by Eli Richardson
- Application For The Chaparral Writers Society by John-Ivan Palmer
- 03-01-2009
- Swearing: A Bedtime Story by John Grochalski
- Excerpt from Dear Vito by Mickey Z.
- 01-01-2009
- Two Pauls by Warren Buckles
- Moments by Christopher Hart
- 12-01-2008
- The Waiting by Brian Alan Ellis
- Symphony #1: Roger Castleman by John Grochalski
- 11-01-2008
- A Splinter from the Devil's Mirror by Bryn Greenwood
- Between You and the Man-Sized Prophylactic with the Zipper by Tom Bradley
- Chief by Warren Buckles
- 09-01-2008
- Routine by Felipe de Oliveira
- Automatic Transmission by Warren Buckles
- 08-01-2008
- The Axiom of Choice by Jim Chaffee
- 07-01-2008
- A Pleasure Jaunt with One of the Sex Workers Who Don’t Exist in the People’s Republic of China by Tom Bradley
- Making the Switch by George Sparling
- 06-01-2008
- The War Prayer by Mark Twain
- 05-01-2008
- About the Dog by Robert Aqunio Dollesin
- 04-01-2008
- The Coup by Peter Schoenau
- 03-01-2008
- Art School by Zach Plague
- Consitutional Puppies by JR
- 02-01-2008
- Selection from The Vicious Circulation of Dr. Catastrope by Kane X. Faucher
- Party Pooper from Make Me by Eli Richardson
- Una Noche Perfecta para Sanguijuelas por Jim Chaffee (tr. Sonia Ramos Rossi)
- 01-01-2008
- A Night in Cameroon by Kelly Jameson
- Missile by Jason Jordan
- Full TEX Archive
Excerpt from Dear Vito
By Mickey Z.
"Oh my God, Samantha, you are fuckin' incredible!"
Hemming's eyes are closed tightly now and he has no idea that Davey has entered the room. In his left hand, Davey holds the remote control to the stereo. In his right hand, Davey holds an open can of Drano (not sure where he found it but hey…). Aiming the clicker to increase the volume of the music just as Samantha intensifies her oral ministrations, causing Hemming to open wide in a bellow of passion. Davey drops the remote and rubs himself before pouring the entire contents of the Drano can into Hemming's open mouth.
Hemming begins to gasp, choke, and scream in utter agony. However, it is all drowned out when Davey grabs the remote and clicks the volume up a few more notches. Samantha continues to fellate Hemming as Davey calmly watches the display of tortuous pain. On the TV, Ruth St. Ruth (remember her from CPR for Dummies?) is seen lying naked in a bed of one hundred dollar bills.
Hemming spits blood to the ceiling and begs for mercy, his body straining and tugging at the handcuffs to no avail. He stares directly at Davey, his plea for help nothing more than a silent mouthing of words while Samantha's head bobs up and down between his legs like a piston. With one last sorrowful look towards Samantha, Hemming dies.
Samantha doesn't even notice. She is lost now in a netherworld of sexual deviance and she continues her oral assault on Hemming's still-erect member. As Davey begins to unzip his pants, the thugs inch towards the room, guns drawn. They kick in the door.
Two bullets strike Davey in the head and chest. He is propelled backward by the force, bounces off the far wall and then back towards the bed until his dead body lands crossways on Hemming's chest. One of the thugs yanks Samantha away from Hemming's crotch by her hair. The other thug turns off the stereo. The TV can now be heard.
"You can stop now, hon."
"But he didn't come yet," Samantha pleads, straining violently to get her lips back down between Hemming's lifeless thighs.
"I'm sure you're good, baby," the thug chuckles, "but not that good. This one is a lost cause. Now take a walk before you get yourself in more trouble."
Samantha, dazed and covered in Davey's blood, pulls on her dress and leaves.
© Mickey Z. 2008