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Jen and a Camera sat at her mahogany desk cleaning her Sig P250. She lovingly caressed its barrel, much like lovers do each in bed after sharing bliss.  She cocked back the chamber and snapped it back closed.  It’s ready, she thought. Setting the gun down on the table...

Closing time.  FWOT flipped the last bar chair onto the table and started to sweep the floor.  Jonno23 was busy drying glasses behind the bar and stacking them neatly underneath the bar.  A welcome silence fell across the dimly lit Sty, only to be broken by Ozman666’s...

Jonno23 pushed open the double doors to the kitchen and walked straight across to a closed door on the other side.  He ignored the usual clatter of dishes and idle banter of the chef and line cooks slapping together what some people call bar food.  The Sty was known for...

°o.O®Øß°tO.o°, the artist formerly known as Orbitgal, took out a $10 bill and handed it to the Taxi driver. She slid herself across a ripped leather seat in the back of a beat up yellow cab to a door and opened it.  A middle aged Middle Eastern man handed her some change...

Shims lay on the bed. He lit a cigarette, puffing to get it started. It’s red tip, glowing like a dragon’s eye, floating in a dark room. He exhaled, much like a volcano belching to life. Downstairs he could hear people laughing and the activity of the bar. He turned his...