The LAST LAUGH: CRIME STORIES BY PAUL D. BRAZILL

‘The stories in The Last Laugh are vivid and violent slices of Brit Grit and international noir, full of gaudy characters and dialogue sharp enough to cut your throat. The Last Laugh is a violent and blackly comic look at life through a shot glass darkly.’ From France, to Spain, to the northeast of England,Continue reading “The LAST LAUGH: CRIME STORIES BY PAUL D. BRAZILL”

A Story For Sunday: The Neon Boneyard

The Werewolf Detective. The Neon Boneyard Detective Ivan Walker was dead on his feet and no amount of coffee could help, even the strong, death-black stuff that he usually drank.  He switched off the espresso machine and took his cup over to the only table in the station canteen that was being used.  Roman DaltonContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: The Neon Boneyard”

A Story For Sunday: IN THE (RESERVOIR)DOG HOUSE

Bonny is volcanic. She’s so angry that she can hardly speak but, unfortunately for me, hardly is the operative word. As she tries to scrub the blood stains from my best white shirt, she goes on and on about the meal she’d cooked the night before and how long it had taken her to cookContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: IN THE (RESERVOIR)DOG HOUSE”

A Story For Sunday: Chelsea Girls

Chloe left the money and took the guns. She couldn’t carry everything and she knew that cash would be a hell of a lot easier to come by than a couple of AK47s that was for sure. ‘Fuck you very much,’ she said to Charlie Grimhaven’s unconscious form. Grimhaven was naked, bloodied and handcuffed toContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: Chelsea Girls”

Before The Moon Falls by Paul D. Brazill

Before The Moon Falls Duffy awakes drowning in sweat. Still smothered by bad dreams. Gunshots echo through his brain. Then the sound of helicopter blades. Screams. It takes him a moment to adjust to the surroundings; the room looks unfamiliar in the wan light. Slowly, his eyes make out the details of his sparse livingContinue reading “Before The Moon Falls by Paul D. Brazill”

A Story For Sunday: This Old House

Ten Sycamore Hill was, in Peter James’ mind, the font of all of his misfortunes. While women, work, cars and kids came and went, the only constant in Peter’s turbulent life – apart from the copious amounts of alcohol that he consumed, of course – was that weather-beaten Victorian detached house overlooking Hart Village; itsContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: This Old House”

A Story For Sunday: Everyday People

Brendan Burke was a creature of narrow habit and come rain or come shine, come hell or high water, he always ate meat on Fridays, even though, around the time of his seventieth birthday, it had begun to play havoc with his digestion. ‘Rebellion,’ said Brendan to Tony Naylor. ‘Rebellion against the shackles of myContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: Everyday People”

Dead Pimp In A Trunk by Paul D. Brazill

I WAS GOING to tell you about why I killed Lewis Quad and how he’d had it coming to him. How he’d asked for it and deserved everything he got. Tell you what an evil bastard he was and how many lives he’d destroyed over the years. All the shitty little things he’d done just becauseContinue reading “Dead Pimp In A Trunk by Paul D. Brazill”

A Story For Sunday: Copped It by Graham Wynd

The only sound in the squalid room was the relentless dripping, as if someone had neglected to turn the tap all the way round. Their breath filled the small space, too, but that was slowing, quieting. Dixon looked over at Burnett, worried by his lack of movement. He slumped on the pile of boxes onContinue reading “A Story For Sunday: Copped It by Graham Wynd”