The July Journal

Fiction
By: | October 5, 2009

The year 1860 — Today be the first day of July Miss Ellie give me this book to write in. She say her Papa, Master Johnson, buy her six… More

Gargoyle

Fiction
By: | October 5, 2009

PrologueDark dreams, hideous and twisted, like a malformed babe stirring in the womb. Likewise, he stirred in his bed, curling into a foetal position, arms clasping his knees. But… More

Times

Fiction
By: | October 5, 2009

Billiard Hall had been the edifice of infamous drifters and hustlers since the Black Cabaret burned to the ground back in ‘65. Since then, Sarg’s Billiard Hall had seen… More

The Gimme

Fiction
By: | October 5, 2009

Beer to bourbon to scotch. Dad always said that it was a natural progression. A lot of things are like that. I look at him now with scotch in… More

The Well

Fiction
By: | October 1, 2009

“To lust,” he said, saluting me. His fingers trembled as he lifted the paper cups to his lips. Some of the water trickled down his chin.“Ah, lust,” I said,… More

The Role of the Droll Troll

Fiction
By: | October 1, 2009

Once upon a time, in the Land of Continuity, there lived a monster of sorts. All the people indigenous to this kingdom knew this alleged creature of the underworld… More

And I Was Small

Fiction
By: | September 2, 2009

Clarence Rice # 63456Box CWaupun, Wisconsin 53963AND I WAS SMALLNeon sign blinking: GOLDBAR. GOLDBAR. On/off. On/off. On/off. I stood watching. Thinking. Almost hypnotized. Off/on Off/on Off/on GOLDBAR GOLDBAR GOLDBAR. … More

Soliloquy In A Cell

Fiction
By: | September 2, 2009

Nothing seems to be anything but a total miscarriage lost in the stigma of pronouncing due process. ‘Branded’ Sank’s scars depress a prisoner of society.“A good man can be… More

Of A Time Removed

Fiction
By: | September 2, 2009

Elliott C. RicehillBox 316Fort Madison, Iowa 52627 It is said that the Qahadi Comanches called thefirst Anglos they knew, los godammies, after thefirst English words they learned. In those times,Comanche… More

Payday

Fiction
By: | September 2, 2009

Daniel J. BourneBox 2Lansing, Kansas66042It was still dark when Cato Johnson awoke. He picked up an old newspaper that lay on the floor, and fanned himself vigorously. The exertion… More

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