Teddy and I have grown up together here on the Pee Dee. But Teddy left about a month ago for Clemson University. Said he was going to study agriculture and come back to help his daddy. He will be back. This place is like a boomerang. Shoots you out into the world, but you get slung right on back.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
Eros v. Amor
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Nancy C.In year 24 together, he and I seem to have arrived at a new level of emotional intimacy, practically a symbiosis. That we have no sex and are in love at the same time leaves me rather dumbfounded.… more
Goodbye Blue Monday
FICTION by Morgan CroninEven though it’s irrational, for some reason, Jake wants to blame his mother. As if her bad energy and DNA linger off him like a scent that attracts predators.… more
Little Miss Hampton Beach
FICTION by Matthew C. BorushkoI am late to seeing this beauty and art in violence, too late, thinking boxing barbaric, dumb, reckless. I myself not being able to imagine why anyone would want to do something where they were set up to get hurt repeatedly, to get hurt and hurt and do it again. Can you find truth there somewhere?… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Ewen GlassI bet school-friend Amir that he’d continue to act; I could see him as a cosy flannel-shirt kinda guy when he got older. Decades later I find Amir online to tell him I was right. He has no idea who Haley Joel Osment is or indeed who I am, and for a moment I wonder if Amir was a ghost all along.… more
Deseret
FICTION by Jace EinfeldtI go to bed dreaming I’m riding a giant electric razor like a mechanical bull in a field of alfalfa at dusk. Clouds smear across the night sky like drunken Bob Ross brush strokes. Just as everything goes black, a beam of light descends upon me. Is it an angel? Is it the razor police, and are my razor-riding days numbered?… more
Too Many Last Names
Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank ReardonA series of last names I’ll click clack my way through on the way to thoughts of vengeance and acting cooler than I am, until I’m told to shut up, get on all fours, and kiss the black knee-high latex boot like the pervert I am (“Hubba hubba”).… more
Meds
FICTION by david bobrowI’m too young to be demented and too old to be psychotic, at least for the first break. And my hearing, I’d recently checked, was still normal for my age, not a rousing endorsement, but hanging in there.… more
The Bad Kids
FLASH FICTION by Hugh Behm-SteinbergEverybody knows assassins always hang out in the dine-in area of the Acme supermarket, between the bakery and the deli case. It’s a good place where nobody bothers anybody, the food is cheap, and all the people who need those sorts of services know just where to find them.… more
Jake Hinkson
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI wanted to tell a story set in that world that would also be a pretty accurate description of that world. People aren’t cliches. No one perfectly fits into a stereotype, even when they commit their whole life to being a stereotype.… more
