Category Archives: Fiction

The Stonekings, fiction by Willi Goehring

Once, when I was naked, run­ning around in the woods, I could have sworn I saw an old friend I used to play fid­dle with. He'd been out there for months, the way I saw him, and had only the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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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

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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

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Karl Koweski's Holly Go Darkly, fiction

When I cup my palm against my mouth I can smell her on me.  A not unpleas­ant odor that instills a desire for more.  I stand in the bath­room of an almost expen­sive hotel.  There’s enough light bulbs above the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Aphelia and Leigh, fiction by Kyle Hemmings

We were lis­ten­ing to Doo­dles Weaver crack jokes on Rudy Vallee’s radio show when it hap­pened. We were catch­ing dust from the open car win­dows, the dry wind from the Black Mesa. Maybe if Aphe­lia hadn’t dri­ven her father’s rick­ety … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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High Cotton, by Barrett Hathcock

When they cot­ton dive, the boys become seri­ous. They coil into them­selves, squat­ting on the lip of the met­al cot­ton bins, and they thrust their bod­ies into the air. The boys go for dis­tance, they go for height, but their … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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On Cadillac Mountain, by Nathan Graziano

On the night Dar­la died, Wayne was sit­ting at the kitchen table, wash­ing down a cou­ple of her Per­co­cets with a cold Bud­weis­er, when it he slapped him like a strip of leather across his beard­ed cheek. He knew. That’s … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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My Friend is Dying, fiction by Matt Baker

It didn’t take long for word to get around that our bud­dy Poot­er was dying of lung can­cer. Some of the guys got to talk­ing one day and decid­ed we should dri­ve the four hours to go and vis­it him. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Dig Well, by Gabriel Orgrease

For all the wells which his father's ser­vants had digged in the days of Abra­ham his father, the Philistines had stopped them, and filled them with earth. Gen­e­sis 26:15 Damn, I hate August… hot, humid, stink­ing dead days entombed in … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Justice Boys, by Sheryl Monks

Rita takes the baby, still scream­ing, from the tub of water, lays him on his back on the floor between her legs, kneads his stom­ach, fit to burst, with her fin­gers. Beside them, shards of soap, home­made sup­pos­i­to­ries. His face … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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