The Last Showing Of Po Spooner | by Robert E. Petras
According to his son, Angle, Po Spooner had suffered 151 heart attacks, but it was the sugar that finally got him. Wearing a black T-shirt with bold white letters reading “TNA the true genetic code,” Angle stood over Po inside his casket, staring at his favorite NASCAR T-shirt, at an empty Mail Pouch foil, at...
We Couldn’t Keep Up | by Rudy Melena
When I was ten-years-old, my mama came home from the mental clinic. Standing on tiptoes, I leaned over the sink and drew aside the kitchen window curtain. The ‘53 Ford pulled up in the muddy alley, and I watched my dad go to the passenger side to lift out my lifeless mama. My dad didn’t...
Speech Bubble’s Best Of Issues One, Two And Three – Available Now
Well, after quite the delay in getting things together on our end, here it is: Speech Bubble’s “The Best Of Issues 1, 2 And 3″. This ebook includes stories from issues one, two and three that represent the perfect voice and style we look for here at Speech Bubble Magazine. These are stories such as...
She Cried | by P. Keith Boran
She died. Her body laid broken, unable to function in a sea of tubes, amongst the persistent beeps and coats of white. They did all they could, for sure, but she expired just the same, smelling of disinfectant, of desperation, of death. And all Agnes managed to whisper was “why.” And she cried. All because...
Cereal Killer | by Eirik Gumeny
Clark returned the shovel — now covered in blood and grease-paint — to his shoulder. The mime fell to the ground in a heap. He was pretending to be a corpse. The resemblance was uncanny. “Well,” said Clark, running his hand under his nose, “that’s done.” “Yes…” said Jeph slowly, scratching the back of his...
Mr. Hair | by Michael Tilley
I work the night shift, 8 to 8, over at a little office building out along the highway (four stories of glass, nice neat grass, a parking lot up front and empty fields all around — you know the deal). It’s a fine enough job, I’ve got no complaints worth a mention, and usually how...
Sales Consultant of the Year | by Sue Ann Connaughton
“Are you positive you’ll win, Cliff?” Jennifer braced her hands against the dashboard as the van bounced over the bumpy country road.
“Yep. Only two more sales to go.” Cliff pulled into the driveway of a prim cottage. “And, this client is a twofer—sisters. Wahoo! In one week I’ll be honored at the convention as the...
Smoke | by Robert E. Petras
The man whom T-towners called Smoke sat on the end of a wooden bench on the southbound platform, reading the Sunday funnies under the gilded light of early September. Feeling a shadow creep across him, he peeked over Dick Tracy to watch a man known as Topper lower a briefcase to the concrete and then...
Barry Pope-Pope | by Melodie Corrigall
“So how was I to be chosen Pope?” Barry prompted, pouring Mindy more green tea to entice her to continue. “I don’t know,” she shrugged, “You know they lock them in a room to vote.” “Who they?” Barry was eager to know details about his nomination for Pope, or as she put it Pope-Pope, but...
Moses and Levi | by Katie Moore
Levi Spiegleman was so very nervous. He rubbed his thumbs in the soft centers of his palms, smearing the sheen of sweat in circles, taking breaks only to gnaw at the remnants of his fingernails or push his glasses up on his nose. He knew he should be studying one more time, but he couldn’t...
If IT Were THEE | by Marc Nash
Though IT too had ball and socket joints, the Borg could not sit down to face ITs inquisitor. While IT felt the need to clean up the fallen embers from under the ashtray’s lip, there was no concomitant compunction to issue any molecular mutation warning towards this human interlocutor. This was not a human IT...
Interior Theater | by Howie Good
Who but you would love the clutter of meaningless detail, the way the sun squiggles on ripples of water? I can say nothing about crying that someone hasn’t already said. A shadow, expecting to find only a child at home, climbs the stairs with a mouthful of nails and a cold-forged hammer. Howie Good is...
