Category Archives: Fiction

THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH by Peter Nolan Smith

May 17, 2011 – 5:41 am

A black Suburban headed west on Route 2 at the top of Lake Michigan. The late afternoon traffic was nearly non-existent and no state troopers cruised the two-laner crossing the Upper Peninsula. The driver would have accelerated to 85, if he hadn’t spotted a white van in the Wonderland Diner parking lot, instead he stamped [...]

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ONE RPM by Peter Nolan Smith

May 1, 2011 – 10:33 am

Published in ELK 2006 February’s blizzards buried New York City with two-foot drifts and people conversed about Global Warming as a distant threat in comparison to Iraq. America was gearing up to war and nothing could stop the process, because the President was acting like a pit bull too stubborn to spit out the bone [...]

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ALMOST A DEAD MAN – CHAPTER 1 by Peter Nolan Smith

May 2, 2010 – 10:52 am

ONE A scurry of claws scratched across the damp basement floor. The woman on the battered chair lifted her black stiletto heels in horror, but rats were the least of her problems. This afternoon her lover had suggested a rendezvous in Hamburg’s harbor district. She arrived in anticipation of a sordid indiscretion. Two men were [...]

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TWO SECONDS LEFT WITH THE BALL IN MY HANDS by Peter Nolan Smith

April 14, 2010 – 11:13 am

PUBLISHED on MR.BELLER’S NEIGHBORHOOD 0CT. 2004 Every high tide deposited beer bottles, oil containers, fishing lines, shiny candy wrappers, and plastic bags onto the sloping shoreline of Pattaya. At low tide I harvested the trash into sea-worn rice bags. Within a half-hour the sand was devoid of any human refuse and I could smugly regard [...]

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HERO FOR THE OPEN ROAD / Chapter 5 By Peter Nolan Smith

April 5, 2010 – 4:29 pm

With Dmitri’s blessing in mind I free-dove amongst sunken Japanese destroyers off Biak, danced in the rice paddies of Bali, rode ponies across the sand plains of Mount Bromo, ate pig with the headhunters of Lake Toba, tripped on mushrooms at a full-moon party of Koh Phagnanh, and frequented the go-go bars of Patpong. Various [...]

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