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Duck! By Joe S. Thomas In the early to mid 2000’s I found myself working a shit job yet again. I had to find something quick so I took the first thing offered which was a job stocking shelves at a grocery store. I was living in a basement, living on beer and having to steal a bag of ice from the machine in front of the convenience store to keep said beer cold.. They finally caught on… My paycheck was just enough to cover child support (in accordance with the shithead judge who gave me a seven day stretch for non-payment),...
Submitted to Contest #37
Just Another Day                  
By
          Joe S. Thomas
 
Tim and Eric were neighbors. Both boys were in 7th grade and were picked up and dropped off at the same bus stop. After school the two boys decided to go to their respective houses, ditch their books and pick up their scraggly fishing gear to meet at the trail that led to their secret fishing hole. Eric made it back to the...
Submitted to Contest #36
Journal of an Unfortunate, Life-altering IncidentByJoe S. Thomas08-06-2018:​ I have become fed up with the side effects of the medications I am currently taking. I feel that the side effects are outweighing the benefits at this juncture. The list of medications are as follows: Methadone, Celexa, Klonopin and Lisinopril. As of today I am cutting each of these medications by half and plan to wean myself off of them gradually. I have told my girlfriend not to give me the last disc of Methadone no matter what. Methadone is a pain medication, Cel...
 Where do they come from? Where do they go? These hollow-eyed beings that walk the same fucking streets as I day in and day out. Every one of them empty, the same damn way that I am. Always in such a hurry… to get to what? I try to see their position but can’t. I am the UnPerson. I smile and fake politeness when I encounter you on the streets or wherever we may be. When you come into my workplace I smile, fake politeness and nod in agreement at your fucked-up life and your stupid ideas. I was born in a void. I am the UnPe...
Jon had completely forgotten he’d made a profile for a hook-up site. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with emails from beautiful and supposedly horny women. It was obvious that a lot of the profiles were fake and also a way to scam credit cards, but one of the ladies left her phone number. Jon added the woman to his contacts for a rainy day and thought nothing more about it until the following weekend when he took part in a few lines of speed. Speed always made Jon want to fuck. Always. Jon was sitting on his couch contemplat...
John and Terry were pill heads seeking any type of fix they could find. Every day the mission was the same. Roll out of bed, hopefully have a small fix that would get them going and start dialing the phone numbers of every dealer they knew to score and make it through another damn day. Assuming they had the money or the credit to do so.Growing up in Georgia was hard on John and Terry. As high school students in the mid-eighties they found the town they'd grown up in to be the most boring shit hole known to mankind. They didn't understand why...
I had taken the last of the pain pills that I had bought off a friend. I had to get away from everyone and everything if this was going to work. Just the heat of the day and knowing sickness was just around the corner made a cold sweat drip down the small of my back even though the huge, southern Tennessee, summer sun was making it 94 degrees outside. I had drove my car downtown and got a motel room for the week. I knew I would be in no shape to be around another human being. I had to pawn my Gibson Les Paul to be ab...
Submitted to Contest #28
A Little Time with FrankByJoe S. Thomas  Frank was dog tired as he punched the time clock for the umpteenth time. He had worked at the same paper plant for over 30 years. It was Friday. He looked forward to going home, avoiding the wife who seemed to hate everything about him, grabbing his fishing gear and heading to his honey hole. Yes, that was the plan. However, things just never seem to work that way for Frank. He pulls into the long, rutted out driveway that his wife has been bitching about for at...
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