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Monthly Archives: June 2016
Field Fire, fiction by Paul Heatley
Bobby woke in his truck, the rim of his hat pulled low to cover his eyes. Rising sunlight hit him full in the face when he lifted it. He winced, blinked until he could handle it, then reached for the … Continue reading
The Master Plan, by Michael Chin
Sometimes after I lift weights, my shoulders broadest, my chest thickest, my step a little slower, I picture myself as Kane. The Big Red Machine. The Demon. The Undertaker’s little brother. The brother he left for dead in a childhood fire. The … Continue reading
Down By the River, fiction by Sarah Einstein
Daniel walked through the clusters of drunken college students as they stumbled out of the closing bars, his black wool cap pulled low and his face tucked down into the collar of the olive drab parka he’d picked up that … Continue reading
Pluck Pluck, fiction by Catfish McDaris
After making friends with Maya on Facebook I figured she wouldn’t mind a visit. I found out where she lived and jumped on a southbound Greyhound. The worst part was avoiding peeing on myself in the skinny bathroom while hitting … Continue reading
New Year's Day, poem by CL Bledsoe
One of the junkies in the backseat spoke up to ask, “Should there be so much smoke behind us?” A wall of gray poured from the car. I took the first exit, wondering how far I could make it before the explosion, no flames … Continue reading
The Hammer Not the Hog, fiction by David Jaggers
The Hammer Not the Hog “So, Mr. Brogan, it says here that you were deemed fully rehabilitated by the state.” The fat man behind the desk looks over his wire rimmed glasses at me. Scanning my scarred exterior for cracks, looking … Continue reading
Chief Whitefeather Arriving Unprepared, fiction by Stefanie Freele
On the day Clive returns, four months after his last turbulent visit, Olive opens the door and can smell him, a thick mixture of burned sage and fermentation. This scent is not good, but better than the dead-body stench coming … Continue reading
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