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- "Precision Bombing" by Barrie Jones
Mr. Jones tells us that, "the image was painted 1995 and is based on a famous photo from the Vietnam war. I guess its just my way of saying that this is what war is really about."
Visit more of Mr. Jones' apocalyptic artwork in the extensive online gallery at his website www.artmajeur.com/barriejones You WON'T be disappointed!
Short Fiction
- "Crapocalypse: A Poem" by Gregg Delcurla
- "A Rat's Tale" by Michael Boatman
"His hair had always been a nightmare; a mousy, yellow/brown shock of coarse, woolly-wire shooting straight up from the launching pad of his head like a rocket, which upon achieving escape velocity, powers its’ way out of the atmosphere and into the Great Beyond."
- "Day of Revolt" by C. C. Parker
"Wagner and his mother were watching One Life To Live when the newsbreak came on..."
- "Blue" by Betsy Christensen
"Walking into the H-Bomb bar, she noticed that the streets were particularly busy today."
- "Borderlands" by Byron Starr
"His mind was still swimming when a shadow loomed over him. He sleepily looked up and saw the figure standing over him with an M-16 to its shoulder. Rotting blackish-blue skin clung precariously to the creature’s exposed jawbone. One eye was missing and the other was milky and deflated in its socket. Over the walking corpse’s shoulder someone said, "End of the line, Ranger.""
Series
- "Suburban Gladiators (Part Two of Three)" by Byron Starr
"The Blood Brothers’ were always on the lookout for a way to profit from human depravity. What Bobby hadn’t noticed on his way into the stadium was the voyeurism booths situated behind the restrooms, where, for a small fee, a person could sit in a booth directly behind the portable bathrooms, viewing the activities therein through a pair of tiny peepholes."
- "Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
[Part Eight]
"Back home, the Judges spoke longingly of Heaven. They said Heaven should be the goal of every man, woman, and child. In Heaven there would be no more pain, no more hurt, no more desperation. Only milk and honey in plenty, and white light, and cool days that went on forever. These angels were trying to reach it."
- "To Drive the Cold Winter Away -- Part Seven: "The Devil"" -- by G.W. Thomas
"I was awake. I could see the two geeks came around the truck cab and stare at me. One poked me with a finger. The other kicked the scattergun aside like it was a rancid dog turd. They babbled as they walked away. No coup de grace. Nothing. Just leave me to die."
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