Short humor/horror fiction
Read My Newest Story At Defenestration
New short fiction about Charles Bronson and crying
It’s for mature readers and makes fun of some reliably stupid idiots.
Here’s an excerpt from the very beginning.
“We’re men… we fuck… we’re powerful and tough… We’re men… we fuck… we’re powerful and tough…”
Charles Bronson’s corpse lay at the feet of four men in the Rest-Go back room. Their chanting covered the sound of the freezer humming to keep the ice cream sandwiches from melting.
The dead man was covered in a genuine WWII U.S. Marine coat they bought on Etsy and a pair of 1970s Levis from someone’s granddad. A .457 Wildey Magnum rested near the desiccated right hand. It was possible the smell was from the coat instead of the rotting corpse, but it didn’t matter. It was a masculine musk, Alpha as fuck.
It’s available in its entirety at Defenestration, in their April 2023 edition.
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