Russian Roulette is an extremely short story by pulp writer Georges Surdez. The tale is as brief as the muzzle flash from a revolver. One could probably finish reading it by the time a bullet is done bouncing around the insides of a man's skull, shredding the brain into oatmeal, after it enters through their temple. Russian... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Owner-X, Cosmic Criminal
Drunken revelers soiled the city streets polluted bloodstreams got them acting like scattering ants avoiding a child Celebrating three decades ago when cable news extinguished God to appease politicians who prayed for our worship I stuff my backpack with contraband Bukowski, Bradbury and The Bible A rusty revolver and damaged ammo Forbidden by a faceless... Continue Reading →
