Xperience Fiction
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Xperience Fiction – “The First” – by Liam Sweeny. Joe Freer always wanted to be the first at everything. This was no small order in an experimental physics lab. But I always had him beat, even if only by a hair. I discovered vacuum energy first; I built the quantum array first; designed a working […]
Xperience Fiction – Sobriety Checkpoint – by Liam Sweeny. A lot of people are up in arms over sobriety checkpoints. Some of them are busybodies who can’t afford to be kept in a line of cars for that extra ten minutes. Others declare it a boot stomp on their constitutional right to drive. Still others […]
Xperience Fiction – I Hate Shootin’ the Young’uns – Story by Liam Sweeny. Earl tipped back a Pabst Blue Ribbon as he ran a rod down the barrel of his Winchester .308. They were hunting from the porch of Earl’s tattered shack in the middle of Hicksville, the town name, if not its one-word description. […]
Xperience Fiction – Tough Times – by Liam Sweeny. A Phoenix Tale Red, white and blue neon streaked across the bar from the sign in the front window of the Phoenix Hotel lounge. Sam Morrow slumped over his fourth vodka, drowning the din of the joint. He set his weary eyes on Walter, […]
3 AM Grounder – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The blood was frozen to the pavement by the time Jack and Burris got to the scene, a testament to the cold in the valley. It was rare that they’d both pull short straws to cover detectives Innes and Rossi, who were probably toasting the […]
Sawdust – Originally published in Dead Man’s Switch – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Sawdust The grey, rotted wood splintered and cracked beneath their feet as they walked the North Pier. It used to be full of hustle and bustle and bullshit spoken by bourbon-drinking poker players on the ground floors of the many […]
The Underground Soda Box – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The following is the first installment of a story about love, junk, artists, punk, homeless savants and the death and resurrection of the creative soul. 100% organic fiction; prepare for an occasional typo. ****** The flare of the flash bashed her cheek, sought the […]
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