End of the Road

By Jacques Antoine, Jeanette Raleigh, Jess Mountifield, Alison Blake, Brandon Hale

Roads finish. they start someplace, too. In among, all demeanour of items occur: friendship, betrayal, horror and perhaps even pleasure. For a few, the tip of the line brings love and happiness, for others anguish and affliction, and for a valuable few, sorrow could lead to whatever revelatory. The potholes and pitfalls present in this anthology are many, yet for each personality, there's an finish of the road.

This street leads to a suite of brief tales by way of 25 of the main talented writers of our time. meant for enthusiasts of brief fiction far and wide, the End of the Road is a needs to learn for a person rationale on maintaining present with the literary scene.

Contributing authors:

Brandon Hale

Robert Thomas

Saxon Andrew

James Rozoff

Anna J. McIntyre

Donna B. McNicol

Randall Morris

James Rozoff

Alison Blake

Jeanette Raleigh

L. S. Burton

Jess Mountifield
C. A. Newsome

J R C Salter

Michael Meyer

E. B. Boggs

David A. Cuban

Scott Langrel

John Daulton

Kathleen Steed

Chris Ward

Jacques Antoine

Suzie O'Connell

Thomas Jenner

Angeline Perkins

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The place do you reside? ” Christine shrugs back, gestures vaguely, coughs a monosyllable. She understands that pretending she doesn’t recognize the reply to questions she doesn’t like isn’t a superb process, yet it’s all she has. “You can get back tomorrow,” deals Amber, relenting. “Yes! provide us a choice tomorrow,” Rachel soothes. She takes out a cellphone, and a bit notepad and pencil from her application belt. Christine seems up, somewhat . (The factor remains to be staring, yet isn’t doing whatever to harm her).

He notion she’d be more youthful; the automobile made him think a scholar, yet she’s older than he's – well beyond her sell-by. Flabby, sweat-shirted, he can see the traces on her face even within the flattering mild. He wonders what she’s doing at the street by myself at this hour. He yanks the door deal with – it doesn’t budge. She’s locked herself in. “Ug,” she says. “Legs. Can’t... ” She wriggles back. “Hot,” she says. “Hot. ” The acrid stink is getting enhanced. There’s a noisy crack at the automobile roof. anything breaking? anyone lobbing stones from the slum over the fence?

It’s then that he realises he can not odor smoke. Makes himself glance earlier the item within the driver’s seat. no longer even a wisp of smoke floats out of the vents. the fireplace has long gone out of its personal accord. Hasn’t it? there has been a fireplace, wasn’t there? He backs away, is simply acutely aware that he’s stepped into the line whilst a vehicle horn screams earlier him, by way of a muffled yell. He imagines himself getting again at the Ducati, using away, the blood in his gloves slipping at the throttle; getting his grip, consuming up the line, the sirens washing in the direction of him, heading for the scene he’s simply left in the back of, expanding his velocity, changing into a roar and not anything else.

Suffer,” she stated. He dropped quick, as though somebody had yanked the leafy verge out from less than him. He attempted to come again up yet fell back, after which he began screaming. Faye was once midway to him by means of that time, sprinting among the timber. whilst she reached him she observed that the arrow had gone through his leg. He clutched the outlet it had left in the back of, blood flowing among his arms. His unending eyes have been choked with confusion. He pleaded for aid and reached for her with one crimson hand. She kicked him within the mouth and knocked out 3 of his the teeth.

He is familiar with what these noises suggest. And he is aware Juney’s nonetheless on shift on the Dunkin’ Donuts. And, better of all, he is aware the place the Colt is. CARL’S obtained A bitter odor to him. Like sweat combined with previous bacon. i will scent him. There’s a sizzling breeze that’s tugging at my hair. i will be able to suppose the muzzle of the Colt urgent into my again. “Turn round slowly,” he says. i'm struck simply because i've got heard this line such a lot of instances. i need to invite him, “Is this a stick up? ” i need him to claim, “Reach for the sky, pardner! ” I can’t support it.

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