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Tag Archives: Fiction
One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush
FICTION by Michael HammerleMy grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. … more
Notorious Thugs
FICTION by Josh OlsenAs soon as we finished packing up our 40s, and taking our open bottles along for the ride, we were headed to the cornfields, our commute narrated by The Notorious B.I.G.… more
Shadow Boxing
FICTION by Stephen G EoannouAn older man’s confrontation in a gym parking lot leads to consequences… more
Googly Eyes
FICTION by Shane StrickerIf Jeff hadn’t told folks it was my birthday damn-near every time we went out to eat growing up, I’d have thought someone got cute with their lighter games in Bob Evans and things had gotten out of hand. … more
Bogey
FICTION by Zachary LunnOver the last six months Bogey had been to a hundred different VA clinics, but this marked the first time he entered one with the aid of a crowbar.… more
To Harry’s Mother
FICTION by Kevin McFaddenYour son is a tough little bastard who can take quite a load of punishment.… more
Sparrows
FICTION by Zsombor Aurél Biró (translated by Timea Balogh)“Meanwhile I’m thinking about how this is what a rehabilitated heroin addict should look like. Not like me, or the others. Imi has a job, money, a fiancé. In short, a life. It’s all worked out for him. Of course, it all depends on your perspective. I’m alive, so if we look at it that way, it worked out for me too.”… more
Empty by Breaking
FICTION by S. Grady BarrettHe looked in the mirror, turned to the side and sucked in his gut. Then he faced the mirror and flexed his massive arms and his stomach. He turned to the other side and extended his arm so that his triceps stiffened into the soft shape of a horseshoe. He faced the mirror again, letting his arms relax at his sides. He unfurled his body, letting his wide shoulders hang, letting his stomach out. … more
