MrBullBull

Two Stories

Will the remaining go home to find their wives in their beds with plumbers? Will they take their guns to end it all or humble themselves and start planting trees? Will they get their hands dirty in the garden? Will they start cleaning the pipes?… More

Second Thoughts

FLASH FICTION by Nora Rawn

And then I found Chad, or Clive. He’d gotten tired of his routines in the app world—the arranging gangbangs and then collecting testimonials kind of thing. He was ready for something different, and like I said, it’d been a good run.… More

Paperclips

FICTION by M.C. Schmidt

He couldn’t help but clean his teeth at his desk with a straightened paperclip, not even realizing he was doing it, soothed by the addictive scraping, unaware of those watching him. A nickname that stuck for years after, the grooves still in his enamel.… More

The Feminist Breakup

FLASH FICTION by Kelly Murashige

When you told your current girlfriend, the girl you’re trying to turn into your third ex, that you have a traumatic brain injury, she said, “I hate football. It’s stupid and toxic and anti-feminist.”… More

Sit a Spell

FICTION by Jill Williams

I took those Precious Moments angels out to the red clay driveway and lined them up like killers facing a firing squad. I aimed my Hellcat 9mm straight at their soulful saucer eyes and blasted their innocence into a pile of porcelain, shattering their skulls just the way they had shattered mine.… More

Thomas Burke, 1983

FICTION by Steve Lambert

I whispered to her, “You’re like a dead catbird to me.” It just came out. I’m out of control sometimes. But I did love a dead catbird once. When something’s dead and you feel an ache for it, that’s love.… More

Cogs at the Dentist

FLASH FICTION by Thao Vu

Cleaning, fillings, whitening—Heck! Even crowns, bridges, and implants! One last good fuck at corporate with a three-thousand-dollar copay and a two-week sick leave.… More

Two Stories

FICTION by Jon Wesick

To deliver Russia’s most advanced submarine to America, Captain Boris Zardoz beats the political officer into a stupor with a dozen kicks to the face, stashes the rat bastard Commie in one-of-two bathrooms, and keeps the crew of 160 away with an out-of-order sign.… More

How to Survive Motel 6

Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank Reardon

Call me Gerry the Cancer. All I need to do is get completely meth’d up and have someone film me screaming in a parking lot with an enormous jar of figs under my arm, and a sore asshole. Comment section loot here I come!… More