Shots In The Dark: A Short Story Sampler.

‘Another gem of a collection from Paul D. Brazill here, as he dishes up several of his customary helpings of grimly fascinating, gruesome and frequently laugh-out-loud noir. Downbeat anti-heroes cause joyous mayhem while creating (and creatively disposing of!), a plethora of corpses in a bizarre and wonderfully eclectic series of bite-size shorts. ‘ Short stories, flashContinue reading “Shots In The Dark: A Short Story Sampler.”

Black & White & Red All Over by Paul D. Brazill

When I think about it, my most vivid and powerful memories of childhood are in black and white. The monochrome of the Saturday morning Odeon’s Kidz-Klub, and the Hollywood films on afternoon television, seemed so much more vibrant than anything that real life could come up with. And, as you would expect of someone who grewContinue reading “Black & White & Red All Over by Paul D. Brazill”

This Old House by Paul D. Brazill

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 overlookingContinue reading “This Old House by Paul D. Brazill”

The Company Man by Paul D. Brazill

THE COMPANY MAN Jose opened the waiting room door. Six men, wearing grey suits identical to his, were sat staring straight ahead. Their hands were palm down on their knees. Jose walked in and took a seat next to the reception desk.  He put his hands on his knees and sniffed. He sniffed again. ‘WouldContinue reading “The Company Man by Paul D. Brazill”

The Man Who Could Afford to Orgy But Didn’t by Paul D. Brazill.

The Man Who Could Afford to Orgy But Didn’t Despite it being the beginning of spring, a time when a young man’s fancy was said to turn… a tad carnal, Henry Becket was quite firm when he refused his friend’s offer to attend an orgy. He was well aware that Allan had made the suggestionContinue reading “The Man Who Could Afford to Orgy But Didn’t by Paul D. Brazill.”

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence’s Mate by Paul D. Brazill

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence’s Mate Oliver Peacock had often thought that there was an art to being in the right place at the right time and that life was more than simply a matter of chance, of luck. He supposed he put it down to his late father repeatedly telling him that peopleContinue reading “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence’s Mate by Paul D. Brazill”

The Man Behind The Curtain by Paul D. Brazill

THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN It was shortly after the pitter-patter of tiny feet had been drowned out by the rat-a-tat-tat of the debt collector’s knocks that Carole Parker considered killing her husband. But it wasn’t until many years later, when her daughter Kate had grown up and flown the nest, that she actually decidedContinue reading “The Man Behind The Curtain by Paul D. Brazill”

THE TUT BY PAUL D. BRAZILL

After enduring forty-five years of a marriage that was, at best, like wading through treacle, Oliver Beacock Robinson eventually had enough and smothered his wife with the beige corduroy cushion that he’d accidentally burned with a cigarette two fraught days before. Oliver had been, for most of his life, a temperate man and he hadContinue reading “THE TUT BY PAUL D. BRAZILL”

THE MAN WHOSE HEAD EXPANDED AND EVENTUALLY POPPED by Paul D. Brazill

THE MAN WHOSE HEAD EXPANDED AND EVENTUALLY POPPED Lenny Cray had always thought that the quest for experience was a vital part of a man’s learning curve and so, throughout his life, whenever a window of opportunity opened up, he jumped straight through, headfirst if necessary. And at times he just kicked the bugger in.Continue reading “THE MAN WHOSE HEAD EXPANDED AND EVENTUALLY POPPED by Paul D. Brazill”

The Gift That Keeps On Giving by Paul D. Brazill

ONE Living well is the best revenge, or so my arthritic old grandmother used to say. And , for most of my life, I have lived very well – once I’d broken free of Seatown’s umbilical cord, which was strangling me like a noose. Fame. Money. Drugs. Travel. Fast cars. Faster women. All of the above.And itContinue reading “The Gift That Keeps On Giving by Paul D. Brazill”