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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