Author Archives: Rusty
The Chickens, fiction by Jim Nichols
Arnold walked up the newly-plowed dirt road, feeling the brittle cold on his face, looking ahead at the crossing framed by high, clean snow banks. He knew that a week was probably not long enough to stay away, but he … Continue reading
Randy Johnson's Mullet Retirement
Did you know this fella, probably the best left-hander I ever saw pitch, inspired fans because he was 'white trash?' Go damn figure. Mike Seely says, give a guy a mullet, and he's trashy. OOOOOOkaay. With Randy Johnson's retirement yesterday and … Continue reading
Attention, Strapped Rednecks: Please Aim Your Guns Away From the Rare Wood Storks
OK, so this isn't the first thing I think of after finishing this story, but name a minority or other ethnic group (do rednecks qualify? another question, projably) where a substitution–make your own– for the appropriate word in that headline … Continue reading
Hey Everybody
I changed this blog over to WordPress, which is easier to use, I think. Some of the old posts got AFU'd, but I'm fixing them slowly. So what do you think? In the future I could use photos for this … Continue reading
Cartin's Brick, fiction by Jarrid Deaton
My daughter, Laney, she got pregnant not long after her sixteenth birthday. Me and Nora were disappointed, sure, but we didn’t come down on her with lectures or anger. We just told her that we’d help out as much as needed, … Continue reading
Happy Holidays!
More content in the new year. I'm going to be busy until then, though, turning 40 and reevaluating, uh, very important things, because I'm, uh, officially at what I used to consider middle age. Here's a song a dear, dear, friend … Continue reading
That's Right–Drug the Little Fuckers!
Who diagnosed this three-year-old kid (referenced in the last graph) with bipolar disorder?? Can someone in the medical professions please tell me a way in which this makes sense? Three-year olds are all over the place mentally because they're, um, … Continue reading
Cow-Tipping, fiction by Mark Staniforth
The sight of all those schoolgirls’ legs unfolding off the buses at just past four o’clock every afternoon is almost enough to shut anybody up, except for Roscoe Williams when he’s got another one of them stupid ideas of his … Continue reading
New Content Coming Soon
Just letting you all know. I think it's a sign my family's getting older and older, or just not hunting, or something. No one got a deer on the first or second day, or at all that I've heard of. And … Continue reading
Books
I owe a whole shit-ton of you (meaning contribs) books. I've been so busy for the last two months I'd forgotten about that, uh, very important part of the deal for publishing here. Please remind me in comments if I … Continue reading
