Bristol-Noir

06/11/2024

Best Served Cold by Matthew Snyderman

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/best-served-cold-by-matthew-snyderman/

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.

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.

04/11/2024

Moving On by Louis Kummerer

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/moving-on-by-louis-kummerer/

04/11/2024

Maybe Don’t Strike While the Iron is Hot by Wesley Zurovec

https://bristolnoir.co.uk/maybe-dont-strike-while-the-iron-is-hot-by-wesley-zurovec/

I'm more than a laundress!” Norma shouted as she pressed the four-hundred-degree iron against her husband’s wrinkled neck. Stan squealed and squirmed on the barstool.

01/11/2024

Just Another Fu**in' Lawyer by Daniel Fitzpatrick

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/just-another-f**kin-lawyer-by-daniel-fitzpatrick/

29/10/2024

Spiderwebs by Laura Shell

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/spiderwebs-by-laura-shell/

There are more of them this year. Don't know why. No one does. In between leaves, in between stems, then in between branches. My hubby wiped them away with a broom,

29/10/2024

Smoke and Mirrors by Scott MacLeod

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/smoke-and-mirrors-by-scott-macleod/

Marcus trained under The Amazing Calvin. You might know him if you frequented the Oshkosh Corn Fair. Close-up magic. He was the best. He could take the crown right off the King of Diamonds and hide it in your sock. Marcus learned well. Developed his own hands like lightning. And learned it didn’t ...

29/10/2024

A Siren’s Call by F J Romano

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/a-sirens-call-by-f-j-romano/

The Drunken Dory was a relic, a gnarled old bolt hole clinging to the cliffs of a forgotten Cornish hamlet where sea spray and the rank tinge of stale beers mingled, and time lagged, forgetting to tick.

23/10/2024

What I Did During the Half-Term Break by Angela Fitzpatrick

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/what-i-did-during-the-half-term-break-by-angela-fitzpatrick/

23/10/2024

Poetry by Todd Matson

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-todd-matson/

The jury issued the verdict, found the man guilty of printing counterfeit money and giving it to homeless people to spend on

21/10/2024

A Spoonful of Honey by A S Deckard

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/a-spoonful-of-honey-by-a-s-deckard/

The diner was a glowing ember, nestled between a grey desert and a starless sky. It flickered in; a mirage, drawing in travelers who weren't sure if they were real anymore. Inside, the air grew thicker in each order with the smell of burnt coffee as the faint hum came off a jukebox that had kept pla...

16/10/2024

Red Harrington by Mike Lee

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/red-harrington-by-mike-lee/

03/10/2024

Poetry by Katerina Sutton

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-katerina-sutton/

He taught me to write what I know so each night, I assemble scenes hoping to convey the sparkle of his crystalline eyes. The love interest has a teasing smile,

30/09/2024

A Messy Affair by Ben Newell

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/a-messy-affair-by-ben-newell/

Debbie’s laughter reverberated off the walls of their dingy motel room, mocking him as he sat up in a bed equipped with a coin operated “magic fingers” gizmo. The mechanism was broken. Chip had lost three quarters trying to get the confounded thing to work before saying to hell with it and foc...

30/09/2024

Ewe Come Here Often? by Brian R. Quinn

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/ewe-come-here-often-by-brian-r-quinn/

I spend a lot of time on barstools. They’re very comforting. My favorites’ got a brass plaque with my name on it. Stools have their own personalities. Some are heavy, rock solid. Others are wishy-washy, uneven; they give a little, in the legs, when you first sit down. It’s unnerving.

30/09/2024

Poetry by C.S. Scarrow

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/poetry-by-c-s-scarrow/

My body is a long grass field I want distractions from the plainness Maybe if I add a hill or two I can finally become a work of art Maybe a gray patch here and there With a little pond sprinkled around

30/09/2024

Insomniac's Lullaby by Dane Davis

https://www.bristolnoir.co.uk/insomniacs-lullaby-by-dane-davis/

Wide awake, lying in bed. Eyes won’t shut. Blank ceiling, staring back. Bedside clock reads quarter to five. Can’t sleep, two weeks going on forever. That lulling, sluggish feeling. Sometimes euphoric. Most of the time not. I want sleep - brain says no. Chamomile tea five times today and pi***ng...