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KATIE JONES phone. He knelt over the bodies, before snapping multiple photos, close ups of their skulls, and full length photographs of their bodies lying side by side. Then he slid his hands into the coffin and delicately removed the single band around the finger of one body, with shaky hands he managed to slide it off without interfering too much. Next he reached for the chain. His hands slid under the rib cage and he slowly gripped the ring before threading it through the spaces of the ribs, catching it in his free hand and undoing the latch around the skeletons neck. Flakes of dried skin began to fall off the chin of the skull as his hands brushed past. The man pocketed these items, and then leaped and clawed his way out of the deep hole, the fabric of his jeans were filthy, and dirt poured out from the leg holes of his pants. He stood up, photographing the open grave and the headstone before working quickly to fill in the loose soil he’d dug up. The man reached his car by the time the sun had settled higher into the sky, and the canary yellow sedan, with peeling paint and rust stains, slowly rolled out onto the road. Once he was home, he entered the house and plonked himself down in front of his laptop, waiting impatiently as it came on. Sipping coke, he quickly uploaded the pictures he’d taken to various websites. One was a popular site that glamorised death and frequently showed pictures of dead humans in various stages of decay. The other was his personal blog. He sat there for a few moments, in the glowing light of the monitor, as the comments began to roll in. And with a smirk on his face, he turned and set the rings on his desk, before crawling into bed exhausted. He slept until the sun went down, then he finally rolled out of bed, long black hair matted with sweat. He moved his naked body towards the shower, turning on the water and washing the dirt and filth away, stained water drained into the plughole beneath him. Once he was finished he moved out and dried himself off, lightly towel drying his shoulder length hair, before pushing it into a messy bun and tying it back with elastic. He looked into the fogged up mirror, reaching out with his hands and applying messy, black eyeliner to his vivid, blue eyes. Glancing at his slim face, he checked his reflection, studying the high cheekbones. He wasn’t overly handsome, but he wasn’t too bad either. The five o’clock shadow on his chin and cheeks made him look older than his 21 years today. Walking out, he dressed in loose black jeans and a tank top before sliding his wallet into the back of his pants, pulling on Dr Marten boots, grabbing the rings and leaving the house. He walked down the busy sidewalk, until he found himself at one of the local pubs he frequented, entering and setting down at the bar, ordering a beer. The bartender smiled, handing over a cold Victoria Bitter, and collected his
money before speaking, “How’s it going Terry?” he asked the man, as he sipped the froth off the top of his beer. Terry looked up, studying the lanky, tall man with a buzz cut, “Good thanks, Drew.” “The band doesn’t start for another hour or so”, Drew said, leaning over the polished bar. “It’s okay,” muttered Terry, “I was hoping to score a good meal before I really got tonight underway.” “Alright, I’ll get you the usual.” said the bartender, heading off. Terry ate a crispy chicken burger at one of the nearby tables, sipping multiple beers as he went. The band came in, carrying instruments and setting up in a small corner of the bar. The stage wasn’t much, and this place wasn’t glamorous. In fact, it was an old pub with stained wooden floor and graffiti in the toilets. But the crowd was coming through the doors, girls and boys adorned in black clothing, their eyes ringed with black eyeliner, some faces covered in glistening metal, all seeking to be unique yet looking the same. A girl in a full length black dress took a seat opposite Terry as he pushed the plate aside, her long, black tresses fell messily around her face, and the canvas of her face rippled into a smile, brown eyes twinkling. “I’m glad you came,” Alice said, taking hold of the bottle in front of her and sipping at her Canadian Club, before setting the cold beverage back into the little wet ring on the table. “I am too, should be a good night.” Terry remarked, watching the small room become filled with spectators. People were already lining up to see the band as they practiced a set. The night went on. Terry was surrounded by people, but Alice was always beside him. Eventually they left the pub, walking out into the night air and standing on the sidewalk sucking on cigarettes. Curls of smoke left their mouths and drifted into the sky. Terry reached into his pocket, producing a single, gold ring in his palm, “I’ve got something for you he said, smiling as he did so. Alice reached out, allowing him to slide the band onto her index finger, a knowing smile on her face. “Is this...” her voice trailed off. “Cassie Meyer’s ring, yes it is.” Terry whispered smugly, watching Alice’s face, her eyes wide and studying the gold jewellery. CASSIE MEYER’s RING
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Issue Three JUNE 2013 Volume 1, Iss
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JUNE 2013 CLEAN CLOTHES Short Story
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Lauren Hasty is a misplaced souther
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Charlie ran down the street, bare f
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She inhaled deep and then exhaled,
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called to her, she knew she wouldn
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PREDATOR by JUDITH DORE PREDATOR by
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Adam and I have been coming to this
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“Holy fuck,” he says. He falls
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Sound travels strangely underwater.
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UGLYLIGHTS by THE UGLYLIGHTS ICA BO
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magnifying glass with a lamp direct
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what they meant to her, and especia
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even if none of the other kids woul
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Nobody heard him, not even Cassie w
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Page 39 and 40: more companions to join him in his
Page 41 and 42: Jackie squatted in the prison yard,
Page 43 and 44: A guard in the tower had taken aim.
Page 45 and 46: Jackie squatted in the prison yard,
Page 47 and 48: The Laugher was in the front of the
Page 49 and 50: he wanted to dispense some vigilant
Page 51 and 52: ITH TWO L’s by COLIN JAMES
Page 53 and 54: TOR STREET by LAST HOUSE ON VECTOR
Page 55 and 56: “I have your word?” Richard wen
Page 57 and 58: PEEPING TOM’S TOM’s N
Page 59 and 60: PEEPING TOM’s MASTERPIECE by NATE
Page 61 and 62: PICK UP LINE by DAN LEE PICK UP LIN
Page 63 and 64: After a few minutes of listening to
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Page 73 and 74: “Caitlyn. What about yours?”
Page 75 and 76: “Werewolves?” Just hearing the
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Page 79 and 80: SHADES OF BLUE by ANNIE NEUGEBAUER
Page 81 and 82: EYER’s RING by CASSIE MEYER’s R
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