Category Archives: Fiction

THE WRONG-SIZED SHOES by Peter Nolan Smith

March 13, 2010 – 11:13 pm

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve on Year’s Eve 1982 the main investor in the Continental was shot dead on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD’s Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead man’s partner. My boss had been wearing a [...]

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Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Reading 2/18

January 31, 2010 – 2:51 pm

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 7pm at Freddy’s Backroom Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Reading Series is moving to Brooklyn and as a tribute to our move to the Dodgers home borough, our first event will feature all stories from New Yorkers and their love for the game- any game- all games! We will hear from soft-ballers, basket-ballers, marathon-ballers- [...]

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THE HOLE OF HEAVEN by Peter Nolan Smith

July 20, 2009 – 11:06 pm

Adam and Eve were banished from Eden for eating apples. This Original Sin condemned future generations to the purgatory of this mortal coil, however from time to time humans have defied this divine decree with repeated attempts to recreate Heaven on Earth. Most of these utopias have been short-lived for nothing irks the true believers [...]

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Blows Against the Empire by Peter Nolan Smith

April 9, 2009 – 9:37 pm

Early in April 2001 a task force supporting the aircraft carrier US Kitty Hawk anchored off Pattaya. Its 12,000 soldiers and sailors invaded the go-go bars of Beach Road and I avoided the chaos without taking into account my Thai girlfriend’s displeasure at having to stay home night after night. “I not leave farm to [...]

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ALMOST A DEAD MAN by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 1

March 15, 2009 – 2:22 pm

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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