Bristol-Noir

Bristol-Noir Not for profit indie publisher of curiously dark fiction, poetry and dirty realism.

'CLASSIC CRIME NOIR FULL OF DIRTY REALISM'
Hard-boiled crime fiction, made in Bristol.

[Frozen Witness] by Clare Flanaganhttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/frozen-witness-by-clare-flanagan/
20/12/2024

[Frozen Witness] by Clare Flanagan

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/frozen-witness-by-clare-flanagan/

It could be that this slightly astonished co**se face up in the freezer is someone’s idea of a joke not fu***ng funny you say (though not to the stiff who’s well past sell-by) only out to find some brussels (pâté on sourdough like you’re born that way) this is Kafkaesque I mean who opens the...

The Concession Stand by Alice Boghainhttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/the-concession-stand-by-alice-boghain/
06/12/2024

The Concession Stand by Alice Boghain

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/the-concession-stand-by-alice-boghain/

Steve's gaze ascends to the menu board, scanning the images of fried chicken, gooey tacos, and the Megastore’s famous $1.50 pure Alberta beef hotdog. The picture of the oversized slice of pizza, a giant, greasy triangle, and the tacos dripping with cheese entice him, but then he decides he really ...

Love Slaves for Venus by Mike Leehttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/love-slaves-for-venus-by-mike-lee/
05/12/2024

Love Slaves for Venus by Mike Lee

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/love-slaves-for-venus-by-mike-lee/

Larry and Cait were too old to be young, and their obnoxiously effervescent behavior in Lower East Side bars, like sloppily making out in back booths, saddled them with a reputation as a semi-unwanted event and were often told to move on to a hotel or to the ruins of a squat. Practically fu***ng pub...

Like Adam and Eve by Danila Bothahttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/like-adam-and-eve-by-danila-botha/
04/12/2024

Like Adam and Eve by Danila Botha

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/like-adam-and-eve-by-danila-botha/

I was in for something pretty serious. If you make me tell you, I’ll admit it, even though the facts are more complicated than they let on. I killed someone. I’ll never understand why the system protects men who abuse women, and when the woman finally gets it together and protects herself, she.....

On A Distant Strand by Daniel Baileyhttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/on-a-distant-strand-by-daniel-bailey/
02/12/2024

On A Distant Strand by Daniel Bailey

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/on-a-distant-strand-by-daniel-bailey/

Forty-seven-year-old Finn Marja Järvi wasn´t sure if it had been a good idea to meet Juan at the club—and on their first date no less (if that´s what this bizarre rendezvous deserved to be called). But there she sat in the parking lot, her car pointed towards the door, four minutes past the app...

Dead Dingoes & Loose Ends by A S Deckardhttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/dead-dingoes-loose-ends-by-a-s-deckard/           ...
22/11/2024

Dead Dingoes & Loose Ends by A S Deckard

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/dead-dingoes-loose-ends-by-a-s-deckard/

I’ve always said, if you’re gonna bury a body in the outback, dig where the dingoes don’t bother sniffing. But here I am—shovel in hand, sweat dripping off my nose—standing in the middle of a fly-infested nowhere, staring at a half-dug hole and a dead dingo next to it. A good dingo too, fr...

Fat F**k Job Interview by Shirley Obitzhttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/fat-f**k-job-interview-by-shirley-obitz/
19/11/2024

Fat F**k Job Interview by Shirley Obitz

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/fat-f**k-job-interview-by-shirley-obitz/

I had this job interview. This guy Bald, red-faced, fat ass Bootlicking bozo Heehawing it up like the jackass he is “I’m not into people’s personal lives,” he says as he plugs his hairy ears with his fingers and makes bleep-bleep bleep sounds with his pink producing, grotesquely plump mouth.

Poetry by Ibrahim Azamhttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-ibrahim-azam/
14/11/2024

Poetry by Ibrahim Azam

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-ibrahim-azam/

We are not who we thought we would be. Not rock stars, movie stars or anything that shines. We’re ghosts in the same hall we lived in, Chipped paint cracking on the wall, The wet ring left behind on the desk, Foul breath from the bent teeth of old men, Toilet paper falling off the dispenser, Vulga...

The Voodoo Palace by Johanna R Naurainehttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/the-voodoo-palace-by-johanna-r-nauraine/           ...
06/11/2024

The Voodoo Palace by Johanna R Nauraine

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/the-voodoo-palace-by-johanna-r-nauraine/

Shortly after we married, my husband, Drake and I bought a Victorian mansion on the edge of a crumbling Chicago neighborhood. The house had twelve foot ceilings, heavy pocket doors, floors that creaked like old bones and a staircase that listed to the right.

Poetry by Stephen Barilehttps://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-stephen-barile/
04/11/2024

Poetry by Stephen Barile

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-stephen-barile/

On East Tulare Street, in the old winery district, ruins of the St. George Winery. South of there, Cousin Joe, and I climbed through barbed-wire in a vacant field, a dry five-acres of wild oats and foxtail fescue, to cross to the ditch, the Fancher Creek Canal.

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