"Life is an illusion," Shelly whispered to no one, rubbing black shoe polish onto the gun until it looked shiny new. Her blood red nails flicked the barrel, making it spin like the Wheel of Fortune. It wouldn't be Ted's lucky day.
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Can you write classic noir? Gloom Cupboard is running a crime noir issue in the spring and we want you! Send us your hardboiled, shiny, filled-with-sin best.
Love this. I once toyed with the idea of starting up a zine of noir from a female POV and calling it Moll :)
Gloom Cupboard is an international litzine dedicated to "literature for the common people." Poetry, fiction, non-fiction, reviews. Happily-Ever-Afters not required.
Stories (prose fiction) posted here will be considered for publication and authors will receive a "Request for Submission" invitation if it is GC material. While there is no official word limit, most of our stories run from 50-2000 words.
http://gloomcupboard.com/This is a public group.
Anyone can see it and join.