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A Trip to Town, fiction by Nick Heeb

(orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Revenge) Stan­ley Thun­der Hawk leaned back into the couch. He had just tak­en a snort of meth and the kick knocked him back against the torn uphol­stery. His heart raced and the world sped past, images blurred. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Donkey Lady Bridge, fiction by Misti Rainwater-Lites

There weren’t any prayers or tears left. Stor­mi was brought up Bap­tist and that shit was hard to shake. She was too intense and weird and had too many god­damn ques­tions to be a Pin­ter­est mom but her heart was … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Salute, fiction by William Trent Pancoast

I sit by a win­dow on this twen­­ty-degree-below-zero morn­ing and think what it was like for my dad and all the oth­er kids in the Ardennes try­ing to dig fox­holes in the frozen rocky ground, with oth­er kids try­ing to … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Muddy Mississippi, fiction by Katie Moore

My Mama always said if it hadn’t been for that first sight of the Mis­sis­sip­pi, twist­ing like a snake below the levy, she nev­er would have laid down in the back of Bil­ly Taylor’s pick­up. The way she told it, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Beau John the Younger, fiction by Jim Chandler

Of all the mem­bers of the Jour­nal fam­i­ly, none was more eccen­tric that Beau John, the younger broth­er of Sen­a­tor Hogan Jour­nal. "Beau John lives too much in the past." That was a sen­ti­ment fre­quent­ly expressed by many of the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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[Dry County] fiction by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The car­ni­val had come to Howard Coun­ty more than one or so times every­one said. He him­self had been there ten to twelve times, he thinks. Pret­ty much as long as he had been with the car­ni­val, so not long … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Bedwetters, fiction by Misty Skaggs

The screech­ing and squawk­ing next door stopped and through the evening silence, Char­lene heard frogs peep­ing in the creek. And she heard her favorite rock­ing chair squeak­ing a lit­tle loud­er. She felt her­self move and bob a lit­tle faster in … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Hot Ticket, fiction by Larry Thacker

Pret­ty much every 4 am on a Tues­day found Ed loaf­ing at the Quik Pick #2. He would slow sip cof­fee and flirt with Elma as much as she’d allow, all the while mind­less­ly shuf­fling through lay­ers of tossed scratch … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Gun at the End of the Night, fiction by Paul Heatley

It was Sat­ur­day night. The bar was full. Bish­op didn’t like it. He didn’t like week­end drinkers. He sat alone at the cor­ner of the counter, nurs­ing a bot­tle of beer that had gone warm in his hand. A cou­ple … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Gratitude, fiction by Ace Boggess

  “My breath tastes like cof­fee and cig­a­rettes,” I said, smack­ing my tongue against the roof of my mouth in a ges­ture of dis­gust. The old man looked at me and grinned, his pol­ished-sil­ver beard a sec­ond, wider smile beneath … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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