Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I rolled down the window slightly and let the cold night air blow against my face as I drove through the dark and for a second I was back there, a small kid sitting in the back seat, the lonely road ahead and the glow from my father's cigarette the only points of light.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Samantha's two favorite smells intermingled at Central Park, the woods and the city sidewalks after the rain.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Saturday, June 26, 2010

He set the gun on top of the stack of bills and stared at himself in the mirror.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

"Once we were all one family—us, the humans, dolphins and dogs—but all that has changed," the old one said as they moved through the line, the screams of the others hanging in the air like the red mist that covered everything.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

While ringing a bell trying to solicit donations for a charity at the entrance of the supermarket Travis tried a number of tactics, from a simple smile to verbal threats, and to his surprise found that a salacious wink and a leer was by far the best ploy.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

His buddy the ex-cop loved the cloak-and-dagger routine, so much so that if Jimmy wanted to get together he was forced to use a series of code words that were routinely changed and so confusing they rarely saw each other.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Her heroes were dying in droves, but since she felt alienated from her own generation it only made sense that those she considered kindred spirits were far older.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

His nicotine stained fingers clutched at my shirt and his hot breath reeked of cough syrup.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

When Burt died they made him king, ruining it for all those who liked to use that particular retort.

Friday, June 18, 2010

"A riverbed that once had water, will again," the police negotiator told the man standing at the edge of the precipice.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

"Your tooth-paste ad smile and starched collar aren't going to save you this time," the attorney general sneered at Williams over the phone.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

They sat drinking at the Glory Hole, the city's dankest, dirtiest bar, that afternoon going over their plans.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

He often mentally wore sackcloth and ashes, but outwardly seemed not to care what others thought about his escapades.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The noose, so thick it barely swayed in the stiff wind, looked like inevitability to Jones.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

"Girl, we didn't do drugs in school, we did boys," the nurse drawing blood out of my arm told her coworker, laughing.

Friday, June 11, 2010

With a stalled art career and mounting debts, Patsy turned her talented eye and hand to less savory, but more lucrative endeavors.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

I walked into the room, a prayer on my lips, and my thumb on the button.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The landfill hulked above the small town and gave it its nickname,"Stinkville," but also generated its main source of income.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

She would often lash out in anger and usually went for the the victim's jugular via their vanity, ticking off their physical faults and social quarks like a stock market report.

Monday, June 7, 2010

As the last Lotto number was read a sudden gust of wind blew the winning ticket from his hand, sending the slip of paper down through a sewer grate.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

It began to rain again, soaking him as he lay unable to move in the tall weeds, waiting.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

After shining his badge and checking his gun, Bart took a deep breath and prepared himself for the task at hand, the murder of the mayor for which he planned to blame the judge.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Dangling high above the city street by his ankles, Dick "Super D" Drook, a white rapper whose career was on the ascent, decided two things—that he should have thought twice about signing with a label called "Death to Whitey" and that he should have stuck to playing the trombone.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Through the crack in the wall Jose could see the the rest of the prison collapsing with the continued shaking of the ground that rattled his skull and shook the chain still attached to his leg.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

I always knew that life was tenuous, a thin line between lying on the beach with a Margarita and being layed on a cold metal slab, but knowing sometimes just ain't enough.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

"For a genius you sure can be dumb sometimes," said Vince, his .38 pointed squarely at Dr. Grum's chest.