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SEMI-FICTION by Pascha Ray
I’ve been arrested several times in my life.
Age 12 for vandalizing an abandoned missile base. Age 21 for driving over a bed of flowers at a girl’s college. Age 25 in NY for running an after hour club. Age 31 in Paris for writing a love poem on the British Embassy wall. […]

Short Story by Jocko Weyland from Vice Magazine

http://vice.typepad.com/vice_magazine/2008/01/fiction—joc-1.html?cid=98780906#comment-98780906 
Hanging out at the park on a sunny Los Angeles winter afternoon, lying on the grass, reading, taking it in while unfortunately having to endure the Mexican evangelical preacher squawking away in Spanish on a megaphone at the far end. I mean really, why, why, why must they […]

Jocko Weyland left the USA for the Orient. The reasons for this departure are his own and so his choice of Beijing. My prerequisites for a place to live are good food, warm weather, and beautiful women. Guess I’m shallow as an evaporation stain on an Arizona Highway. Jocko went for a world-class intellectual city, however […]

A Novella by Peter Nolan Smith

THREE
Summer was a lazy time for New England. Most people slept late on Saturday. I was denied that luxury, because I had a paper route. 6:30am. 365 days a year. 50 Boston Globes. 34 Heralds. Delivering the newspapers took 45 minutes with my bike. A Raleigh 3-speed.
Throughout the school year […]

A NOVELLA BY PETER NOLAN SMITH
CHAPTER 2
The 7A class of Our Lady of the Foothills sat with hands folded atop wooden desks and their eyes fixed on the ancient nun by the blackboard. A heavy black habit covered most of her tiny body. Parched hands and a withered face were the only evidence of her […]

SHORT STORY BY JOCKO WEYLAND
She works off a muddy street in the far Northeastern outskirts of Beijing in the scrappy, dirty slums off any tourist routes. One-story linoleum-floored tenements lined the road. the one room serves as bedroom, living room, bathroom and kitchen according to the hour of the day. 

In front of many are bicycle tire fixing […]

WICKED - A novella by PETER NOLAN SMITH
CHAPTER 1
An early summer breeze rustled through the narrow meadow to a burned circle. The charred grass had been trampled by countless feet. None had worn shoes in their orbit around the crudely-cut pole topped by an animal skull. The bone gleamed white in the afternoon sun, its […]

Short Story by Peter Nolan Smith
WRONG SIZE SHOES

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve New Year’s Eve 1982 a masked assasin shot dead the main investor in the Continental Club 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 […]

A short story by Peter Nolan Smith
Published PINDELYBOYZ 2005
Teachers in the 1960s spent countless hours instructing their students about free will. Every voluntary act was supposed to shape the dull clay of our destiny and parents created a land of ‘no’ bordered by fences of ‘don’ts’ to guide us to an untroubled future. No kissing. […]

SHORT STORY BY PETER NOLAN SMITH
I no longer live in New York, yet any mention of the city snags my ear like a jilted lover hearing the mention of an old grilfriend. Not everything is good. This week the media covered a story about rats infesting a Greenwich Village KFC. The stock for Yum Corp, […]