• Posts Tagged ‘Robert Dawson’

    Fiction: Ladies’ Night

    by  • April 22, 2019 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "Ladies' Night"

    An essay by Jane Wilding, as provided by Robert Dawson Art by Luke Spooner The sun was setting, and the neon was coming out overhead as I sashayed into the Platinum Horseshoe. It’s a small bar by Vegas standards, maybe two hundred seats and a double handful of slots, no floor show. Behind the...

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    Lucky Stars

    by  • February 26, 2018 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "Lucky Stars"

    An essay by Pat Delmarre, as provided by Robert Dawson Art by Scarlett O’Hairdye “Don’t you ever feel guilty?” I asked Brianna. “Naaah.” She tapped her nails, hot pink with black Klingon alphabet decals, nervously on the arm of the couch. “And if I do, I just think about that Venge bicycle I’ll be riding...

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    Time Zones

    by  • May 11, 2015 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Time Zones

    An essay by Gary MacDonald, as provided by Robert Dawson Art by Dawn Vogel Teenagers are pretty wonderful people. They are hard-working, tidy, enthusiastic, well-dressed, well-groomed, and polite. Everybody else’s teenagers, anyway. Every parent wonders how they got the ones who sleep until noon in bedrooms out of Thrift Store by Tornado, sulk silently until...

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    Please Wait

    by  • November 24, 2014 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    An essay by Clifford Hahn, as provided by Robert Dawson Art by Katie Nyborg I could tell the dame was trouble as soon as she slithered into my office. A real Sherlock Holmes type might have deduced this by scientific observation of her blood-red stiletto-heeled shoes, in the context of the matching miniskirt, spaghetti-strap...

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    Damned Souls and Statistics

    by  • November 11, 2013 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    An essay by Allison Merton, as provided by Robert Dawson Art by Scarlett O’Hairdye “But Pascal expected a reward of infinite value. Do you?” His eyes, shadowy as a charcoal drawing, fixed me. His face was bleak and gray, his voice was flat and emotionless, and his dark suit looked as if it had...

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