Monthly Archives: November 2012

Redneck Raindance by Willie Smith

It threat­ened rain, so I got out my gun, got in the car and gunned it on down to the grave­yard, where it was dark and nobody would know, but I knew the clouds would see clear. I got out … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Sparks on the Turnaround, fiction by Marsha Mathews

With her hands clapped over her ears, Birdie Dee tried to read Hobart’s lips. Thick and pink, they curled and stretched, puck­ered and part­ed. But she couldn’t fig­ure if he was com­pli­ment­ing her or cussing her. All she could hear … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Sheldon Compton's The Same Terrible Storm

One of the ways I judge my fic­tion is by its rel­a­tive verac­i­ty. It bugs the hell out of me when writ­ers get easy things wrong: gun details, car details, wildlife, you name it. In Shel­don Compton's The Same Ter­ri­ble … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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I INHERITED A MIXED ANIMAL FROM UNCLE LIVING IN WOODS, novel excerpt from Richard Martin

There is one small move­ment of the sto­ry that eludes your control,that you can­not even see, one alien thing with no pur­pose oth­er than to teachy­ou that in the dark­est cor­ner of the sto­ry dwells a wild force that is … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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