RANDY MOON

"I'm fucking dead,” Gretchen whispered to the peeling wallpaper of the front office, the words catching on a throat raw from hours of silence and terror. It was 2:00 AM in downtown Birmingham, Alabama. Outside, the city was a graveyard of rusted iron and broken glass, illuminated only by the rhythmic, sickly orange pulse of a malfunctioning streetlamp three blocks away. She was crouched on the linoleum floor of an abandoned textile warehouse, the air thick with the smell of s

Get ready for an evening of mystery and intrigue at the second annual Birmingham Noir at the Bar, hosted at the Red Cat Coffeehouse @...

Birmingham Noir at the Bar is gearing up for an unforgettable evening on Saturday, February 24th, 2024, as it proudly presents ten...