#Serials

The Ice Man Part One by Gary Beck

Christopher Herter guessed it was a typical early December lunchtime crowd at the Bryant Park ice skating rink, mostly tourists, shoppers...

Cunnilingus... It was close to mid-winter, and it had already been dark for a few hours. Snow was falling outside in masses, and the...

*riff on Dave Mustaine’s “Hello me, meet the real me” lyric I dedicate to the keeper of the middle school madhouse Who in the hell gave...

Rita was a bonafide socialite. She loved hosting little get-togethers with friends and acquaintances. Her husband, Emiliano, was...

1. Me I pretend I am on the upswing, but really, it's all a downward slide. My normally warped perspective is even more warped than...

The morning was cold. I had barely opened my eyes and he was already downstairs, coughing. Every day I convinced myself – I'm done… I...

“You can’t leave,” Mrs. Gannett pleaded from behind him as he tested the screen door. He nodded with satisfaction at the silent closure....

“A man was here looking for you, Mark,” Pam Weeks remarked without looking away from her computer screen. “After you left last night.”...

It was a short life but a good one. Before he died, William Bidden had made peace with his god after a rough patch that saw him plummet...

"Hey," sounded a rough and labored voice from behind. The hand had left my shoulder the moment it made contact. I spun around and found...