Tag Archives: Fiction

Whorehopper, fiction by Liz Frazier

I ain’t nev­er seen the beat, her liv­ing up there like that. Her and Woody both. They ain’t got no toi­let paper. No wash rags. The bed­spreads have got dog shit on them. I’m telling you, it’s a won­der they don’t … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Girls of Michigan, by Gary V.Powell

It was an era of inci­vil­i­ty; a mean time when lines were drawn and peo­ple picked sides. A few lived large while most teetered on the precipice. In those days, I ran with a rough crowd, row­dy guys who played … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Dead Head, fiction by J.L. Smith

Tonight of all nights Dot­tie had to go and devel­op a mind of her own.  Gears ground when he shift­ed.  Brakes squealed — air hissed from a hydraulic sys­tem that need­ed an over­haul.  Shocks worn so thin he felt every … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Good Pussy and Jerry and Kildow, fiction by William Pancoast

This town got any good pussy? was the first thing I ever heard Kil­dow say. New hires Jer­ry and Kil­dow had joined us on a job 100 miles north­east of Colum­bus seed­ing a golf course and there they were at … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Building a Church, fiction by Lara Konesky

He was quite cer­tain that life most­ly was noth­ing but cre­ation and evo­lu­tion.  Boys were sup­posed to become men and all that shit, and the men build fam­i­lies and hous­es and empires.  He thought a lot about the word man, and the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Fire, fiction by Rod Siino

On the day of the fire, my father and I stood in the snowy park­ing lot of my apart­ment com­plex and watched the water from the hoses trans­form my base­ment unit into a wad­ing pool. The smoke escap­ing from the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Quickmires, fiction by Mark Staniforth

The obit­u­ar­ies made the Quick­mires out to be good peo­ple: hard-work­ing, good-to-hon­est, God-fear­ing coun­try folk — all that shit. They spun more fine words once they were gone than the fam­i­ly ever had hurled at them as they preached their … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Tag-A-Long, fiction by Misty Marie Rae Skaggs

My fuzzy, ear­li­est mem­o­ries unfold in a sprawl­ing house on a hill. A house sit­u­at­ed at the peak of a ridge, over­look­ing a bright green holler we filled with corn and toma­toes and beans and a straw­ber­ry patch I loved … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Her Daddy's Money, fiction by William Matthew McCarter

Her Daddy’s Mon­ey was the hottest rock club in the Park­land; filled with Tech­ni­col­or bril­liance; a kalei­do­scope of lights puls­ing to the beat of pri­mal music that pen­e­trat­ed and inun­dat­ed the sens­es as it changed the milky white skin of … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Poor Town, fiction by Kathryn Kulpa

It’s a poor town. Garbage piles up on side­walks, burst­ing out of split bags, sour and milky donut shop cof­fee run­ning in brack­ish rivers to the curb. Nobody comes to pick up the garbage, or some­times they do, not every … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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