Virginia shot me and kicked me out of her car—a little awkward, since she had to unbuckle my seatbelt first. I hit the pavement on my elbow, and my funny bone wouldn’t shut up about it. I coughed blood, tasted hellfire, and looked at all the signs I couldn’t read.
It was past 3 a.m. in Chinatown and the storefronts were shuttered. I grabbed a bag of groceries nearby, and out spilled rotten oranges and 13 fortune cookies, and I read each one while bleeding on Hill Street.
fiction | Tommy Tung
art | Simon Birch
Fiction Mostly 
I like your ability to paint a scene quickly that is memorable within a few sentences.
Thank you, LionAroundWriting. Some authors I learned from are Stephen King, Jim Thompson, Jonathan Lethem. There are many more I learned from but these are the most immediate who come to mind. I recommend Gun, with Occasional Music by Jonathan Lethem if you enjoy lean and memorable prose that serves the story and moves it along.
Not heard of Lethem or Thompson but i’ll keep an eye out for them.