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March 20, 2024 L.T. Hanlon1 Comment

Dive into the depths of “Breaking Fiction,” 35 short stories spotlighting the morally ambiguous. From bikers to killers and counterfeiters to undeniable jerks, this anthology explores the dark corners of human nature. But don’t fret! Sensitive readers will find an occasional Goody Two-Shoes offering a contrasting glimpse of kindness in a doomed world teeming with vice.

With “Breaking Fiction,” I venture into the realm of short stories, drawing inspiration from news headlines that daily weave through our lives. This collection represents more than just a series of narratives; it explores the layers and possibilities beneath the surface of everyday journalism.

Each piece in “Breaking Fiction” extends beyond the straightforward recounting of events, delving into the what-ifs and might-have-beens that news stories often leave to the imagination. Through this work, I offer readers a space to ponder the news’s deeper emotional and societal implications, inviting reflection on how these stories resonate within our personal and collective experiences.

“Breaking Fiction” is available in paperback and as a Kindle eBook.

I kept his dirty jockstrap in a Ziploc bag

December 28, 2023June 8, 2024 L.T. HanlonLeave a comment

Hot hunk with military-short haircut, trim beard and hairy chest is shown in a locker room, drenched in post-workout sweat.

Ethan never knew me, never even saw me, but I saw him – first in those fleeting, intimate moments at the gym. It started when I glimpsed him in the showers and noticed how the lather dripping off his cock looked like a massive load of cum.

I crossed the line when Ethan left his locker door ajar. Inside lay his sweaty jockstrap, unwashed for a week, a piece of him waiting to be claimed.

That jockstrap became my secret treasure, a real piece of Ethan. I kept it in a Ziploc and hauled it out when I gooned on Pig Sweat, stuffed the pouch in my mouth, and beat off watching Put It In Me, Coach!

I followed Ethan, learning his routines and habits, and discovered where he lived – a shitty studio apartment where his disappointments played out.

Amelia wouldn’t give head. Caitlyn balked at anal. Morgan refused to be spanked.

I vowed to make my move on New Year’s Eve when he’d go home alone or with some precious bitch who never ate a man’s asshole. I’d knock on his door, he’d invite me in, and I’d get him off like he needed.

When Ethan didn’t show for Christmas dinner or answer his phone, his 17-year-old sister drove to his place and got the manager to open the door.

I shouldn’t have waited for New Year’s.

Stolen gun deal goes down in Trinidad

December 14, 2023June 8, 2024 L.T. Hanlon1 Comment

A man kneels in an alley and shows a woman a selection of stolen firearms for sale.

In the shadowed backstreets of Trinidad, Colorado, where the air buzzed with whispered deals and secrets, Margo Ames leaned against the graffiti-scarred wall of an abandoned warehouse.

A pickup rumbled into view and halted in front of her. The driver’s door creaked open and out stepped Eddie “Concrete” Malone, named for his favorite burglary tool.

“Nice night, huh, Eddie?” Margo’s voice was smooth, a dangerous melody.

“I’m in a hurry,” Eddie said. “You got the cash?”

“Relax, I have your money. Let’s see the merchandise first.”

Eddie led her to the back of the truck, flipped down the tailgate, rooted around under a pile of sandbags, and hauled out a case heavy with the weight of seven shotguns and a rifle. He zipped the case open, and Margo appraised the firearms with an expert eye, her fingers lingering over the cold metal.

“Quite a haul here, Eddie. You’re a real one-man army.”

Eddie puffed up. “Took ’em from the Rocky Mountain Trading Company. No sweat.”

Margot drew a taser from her jacket, jammed it against Eddie’s neck, and let him ride the lightning. He crumpled, hit the ground hard, twitched a few times, and pissed himself.

She restrained Eddie with zip ties and reached into her jacket pocket for the ball gag she’d brought. However, it was missing. Looking around, she spotted a disposable diaper hanging from a dumpster. Thinking quickly, she stuffed part of it into Eddie’s mouth and secured the plastic ends behind his neck. Margot then rolled Eddie behind the dumpster, concealing him with cardboard boxes to keep him hidden.

After returning the gun case to the truck bed, Margot climbed into Eddie’s pickup and drove off, leaving behind the sounds of the guy’s muffled protests and the flickering lights of Trinidad.

Helping out with a North Dakota housewarming

November 25, 2023June 8, 2024 L.T. HanlonLeave a comment

An attractive young, dark-haired woman and an older man have a serious conversation in a North Dakota bar.

Jill pushed through the holiday weekend crowd at the Roughrider’s Rest, a bar outside Fort Yates, North Dakota. The joint was a time capsule of rural America: walls adorned with worn-out farm equipment, dim lighting, and heavy air redolent of history, hops, and hookups.

“You Joe?” Jill asked the old guy at the bar. He nodded, his face a roadmap of wrinkles telling stories of years in the prairie sun.

“Heard you’re handy with HVAC systems,” he rasped, swirling his whiskey.

“That’s right,” Jill said.

“I got a rush job,” Joe said, lowering his voice. “My daughter’s house. Boyfriend says it got so cold last night the inside felt like the business end of an ice pick.”

Jill raised an eyebrow. “Just the both of them living there?”

“Beth’s spending 90 days in rehab,” Joe said.

“And him?”

“He’s the only one there, and he’s still cooking meth,” Joe spat.

Jill smiled deliberate-like. “I’ll do it for free.”

“Why?”

“That’s none of your business,” Jill said.

They shook on the deal, and Jill knew this would be interesting … real interesting.