The Piss Bandit: A Few Recollections, a Weird Old Lady, and a Confession

Jake, 34 I saw him once, he had the appearance of one of those bad dudes from the old vaudeville films; sneaking around on his tiptoes, stroking his curly mustache, and smiling devilishly. They called him the Piss Bandit. Though bandit seemed more of a misnomer as he wasn’t really breaking the law besides a […]

The Last Photograph

Sure, yeah, could be there, could be anywhere. I’m not a geographical expert. Just looks like woods. Fucking woods man. He never mentioned this place? No recollection? No mentioning in passing? Look man, it’s a black and white photo of bushes and trees and shit. That could be anywhere but here. He never spoke to […]

Bloodsuckers: Prologue

He had been following me all night. With his wispy hair, handlebar moustache and one arm. I couldn’t really understand what he wanted from me, me being a modern chick and him looking like the bad guy from Dudley Do-Right (you know, the crazy guy that’s always tying helpless maidens to train tracks, maybe that […]

The Body Electric

My name is Rabbit. I don’t remember my birth name. Rabbit is what they call me. I lost my one love two years ago. We were not good people. We stole, we killed. It’s just the way of the world. After the oil riots what was there left to do? The world became a savage […]

The Women of the Wood

You can hear them some nights, hell most nights. Out there doing whatever it is they do. Making all sorts of ruckus. Toiling and boiling. Brewing and stewing. Using the eye of the newt and rosewater. Turning your loved one into a goat and the like. It’s all conjecture because I don’t travel further than […]