Diagnosis split. Half in. Half out. All bad. Nurses and residents turned to white lemmings. Ready to leap at a gasp. Not Dr. Ted Black. Black was cool. Black was calm. A cobra surveying the scene. All mesmerizing eyes and coiled fingers. When Black got home that night he poured a double. “Lost one?” asked [...]

I lost four friends this year. I like to think that they’re not really gone.
But that hope is hard to maintain when they persist in not picking up their end of the phone……

Karen Schindler

Alvin Rothstein thought of his wife, her oversized breasts flopping and fluttering, her legs snaked around his backside, forcing him to push deeper into her.  He wished he didn’t have such thoughts because he was on top of Corva Glickman at the time.
Wayne Scheer

She was away when her uninvited friends sat watching me type at the computer. I offered water and food, but they weren’t friendly. After she left me one of them telephoned to berate my careless hospitality, and that was a day I think I wrote one of my best stories.
offbeatjim wittenberg

It seems like we just went to print with the first issue, and we are already preparing for the second! We interrupt our regularly scheduled fiction to bring you this public service announcement: Submissions for Blink Ink Print will close on February 1. The next issue will be out by March 1. Please check out [...]

Aug. 15, 2007:  I met Harold at a friend’s apartment.
Aug. 19, 2007:  He took me out to Chili’s.
Aug. 19, 2007:  We had sex in his Buick Skylark.
Mar. 03, 1984:  When the Skylark was manufactured.
Nov. 01, 2007:  Harold moved in.
Nov. 22, 2007:  We bought a 1998 Toyota Camry
Dec. 05, 2007:  Harold met my friend, Daisy, at [...]

Man outside in a funkafied trench coat.  Cigarette, after cigarette. Shit, doesn’t he know smokin’ ain’t good for ya, especially filter-less Camels?  And that badass piece in his pocket; he ain’t foolin’ nobody.  He’s all nicotine trigger finger, ready to go off.  No aim, just bullets. Hope his mama don’t see him [...]

I felt my legal advice on his malpractice case was spot on, but he balked. I then realized my relationship with my Doctor was not working out. He told me right then he couldn’t give me what I really needed.
“And exactly what’s that, Doc?”
“A brain tumor.”
Michael J. Solender

During WWII, my daddy drove busloads of soldiers to Houston, where he found another woman.
Mother cried, saying it was for President Roosevelt, but I think it was about Daddy. At the home last week, she told me it took nine years to make a good husband out of him.
Barry Basden

Boy Scout dropout. Never prepared.
Christopher Kinniburgh