by Homicidally Philly… Oh, my God. I just killed Billy Joel. The Piano Man. The Stranger. Captain Jack. He was lying right there in the middle of the road, his motorcycle in ruins. Dead as a doornail. At least, I think he’s dead. He’s not moving. He’s not responding. There’s blood everywhere. Sweet Jesus, what…
by Uniformly Philly… Then it happened. It finally happened. He finally found his calling. He really did. He finally found a uniform he could stick with. Before I tell you what his calling was though, there’s something you should know first. Read the whole penniless story… FLASHBYTES: THE WHOLE STORY IN 5 MINUTES OR LESS.…
by Chris Hlad… He was glad when his cell buzzed at 11:09 Sunday night; he’d be picking her up from the airport Monday at one P.M., but he still was glad to hear her voice, although the time was a bit strange. He figured the headliner would be in the middle of their set. Maybe…
by Daniel Soule… The red door swung shut behind him. Out of habit, he slid two fingers into the change slot, checking for unwanted coins. But no one used telephone boxes much anymore and in a few more years they would pass out of memory like so many things, like so many people. His other…
by Mindy McGinnis… I came here for quiet and have found exactly that, at first enjoying the utter silence of my isolation. There was no small joy in letting a cup of coffee grow cold in my hands as I sat on the deck, never hearing a car or the small vibrations of my cell,…
by Thirsty Philly… “Hi, my name is Jon. That’s right, Jon, without the H. No, I’m not pretentious; I’m an alcoholic. Today is my birthday. Today, I’m 365 days sober. It’s been exactly one year to the day since my last drink. One year since I’ve driven drunk. One year since I’ve blacked out. One…
by Lecherously Philly… “The Minks TV News Network was the highest-rated game in town. Its boss, Landon Lech, not only had fifty years under his belt, he knew the industry like nobody’s business. “Lech knew exactly what the American public wanted to see. That’s precisely why, in an industry dominated by left-wing agitators, Lech founded…
by Rusty Philly… I found this strange, dusty-old circular thingy in my dad’s garage the other day. At first I thought it was a Frisbee, but there was nowhere to grab hold of it. If you tried catching it, it might just slice your fingers off. Needless to say, it wasn’t a Frisbee. “That’s a…
Oh! what a city! never before had he seen anything like it. Down yonder from where he came, the nights are much darker … What a great light, and what a crowd of people! What horses, and what carriages! And the cold, the cold! Part I In a large city, on Christmas eve in the…
by Fisticuffs Philly… “All of a sudden a barroom broke out. How do you know when a barroom brawl breaks out? It’s just like in the movies. First, a chair gets kicked out. Then, someone breaks a bottle in half. Then, arms start spinning around like airplane propellers. It all happens in just a matter…
