Zine | Michael John Grist

Mack’s Kids

October 13, 2009 · Zine · 8 Comments

by Michael Brown “I had a life once,” the trucker said pushing away the unfinished food on his plate. He downed the coffee. He ate late in diners. Slept in his truck or in motel rooms. Hazards of his occupation….

The Friend Catcher

October 1, 2009 · Zine · 14 Comments

by Paul D. Brazill The morning after Charlotte killed her father, the air tasted like lead and the sky was gun metal grey. She stared out of the window of her East London flat, barely focusing on the rows of…

Willow’s Cross

September 21, 2009 · Zine · 5 Comments

By Mari Mitchell. My name is Willow. I do not look, or feel like a Willow.. Willows are statuesque; they should be graceful and ethereal. I resemble Mrs. Potato Head. I have an older stepbrother named Patrick. He does not…

The Devil at Your Heels

September 14, 2009 · Zine · 4 Comments

by Robert Mammone The tick tick tick of the car’s cooling engine dragged Arthur back to his surroundings with a rush. The sky was cornflower blue, the only movement a honking arrow of geese skirting the horizon. He squinted against…

Levitation Town

September 7, 2009 · Zine · 5 Comments

by Michael Colangelo Connor Mason is disappointed with the way that the makeup kit has turned out. He stares into his mother’s boudoir mirror and compares his face to that of the monster’s face on the discarded box. He looks…

We’re Only Trying to Help You

August 31, 2009 · Zine · Comment

by A.K. Sykora. “Our children live in France,” plump Algernon volunteered. Snug at her faux-marble desk, the heavy-shouldered director studied him. “Have they been notified?” “Yes, I called the twins as soon as poor Mildred got certified.” “And you?” “I…