STEPH POST

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When last we caught up with the esteemed Florida-noir badass Steph Post (BULL #7), she had just published Lightwood, which introduced the world to Judah Cannon and his family of small-town criminal thugs pitted against a gang of outlaw bikers and the criminal enterprising of one Sister Tulah, a Pentecostal preacher well acquainted with the dealingsMore

WALK IN THE FIRE    (AN EXCERPT)

WALK IN THE FIRE (AN EXCERPT)

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So, I told her, I says right there, with my shorts in one hand, my pants in the other, standing right on her front porch, bare ass as the day I was born for all the world to see, I says, if you think you’re getting a dime of child support from me, then you’reMore

RYAN W. BRADLEY

RYAN W. BRADLEY

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So I’m a sucker for reading too much into an author’s bio. Example A: “Ryan W. Bradley has pumped gas, painted houses, swept the floor of a mechanic’s shop, worked on a construction crew in the Arctic Circle, fronted a punk band, and more.” Give me a bio that includes “worked construction in the ArcticMore

The Language of Depression

The Language of Depression

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There is no quicker way to spiral downward as a depressive than to start thinking about all the things you want out of life, all the things you expect and desire for yourself. In Reasons to Stay Alive, Matt Haig warns against getting lost in thinking about where you are in relation to where youMore

Bugs and Olive

Bugs and Olive

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Gabe’s father sat in a camping chair with the trailer’s operating manual, which he read like the Bible, every morning, and made notes along the margins with a fine-tip pen. Out of a newly formed routine, Gabe felt the urge to compare him to some type of bird, but found it difficult due to his father’s arsenal of rifles lined against the trailer’s paneling. Gabe interpreted this as a kind of political statement, but his father claimed he was just being prepared: He believed that bear was coming back.More

I Ended Up Saying Something

I Ended Up Saying Something

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I came to know them all. I knew them well enough to hate them. Except the artist. I grew to love the artist.More

The Great Invader

The Great Invader

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A cool breeze swept out of the nearby hills. Summer’s death rattle. We lingered in the playground across the field from the Great Invader as long as we could, knowing our parents would expect us home soon. Shanker hung from the jungle gym, lifting his chin again and again above the high bar. Caleb andMore

The Enforcer

The Enforcer

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This all started when my doppelganger up and died.More

Does this look like Chi?

Does this look like Chi?

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There are two types of kids. The type when they get sick their parent takes them to the doctor and they get better. Then there are kids who’d get sick and don’t know how to go to the doctor. All they know is that it probably cost money that they don’t have and their momMore

In the Bar Ditch

In the Bar Ditch

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We got greedy. We wanted a baby out of her. She was so nice we couldn’t just have one of her. We needed two. Now we have none of her.More

We’d Be Soldiers

We’d Be Soldiers

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“They were my friends, and I wanted to kill them.”More

Piss-ants

Piss-ants

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Skip knocked on the cabin door. Didn’t get an answer. Walked right in. The place was as he remembered it. Stuffed with stuffed animals. Birds and foxes on fake wood perches. Deer heads hovering over the wood-burning stove. Largemouth bass in exaggerated poses of high drama. A stink hung in the air like a chandelier.More

Curable by Marriage

Curable by Marriage

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“You can’t start here, you can’t admit this to anyone, for fear they’ll doubt your love is real…” More

I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

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My grandfather used to ask to see my cigarettes. “Get the bell,” he’d say, turning the pack over in his hands, “it’s pell-mell.” Then he would smile and ask if that commercial was still running, even though he knew it wasn’t. He had quit smoking before I was born, but he still asked how myMore

What Gable Massey Did After His Wife Left Him

What Gable Massey Did After His Wife Left Him

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Gable smiled when he imagined Hollis climbing behind the wheel in the mornings, looping her seatbelt across her chest and wondering why her Saturn always seemed to smell like her former husband.More

Oh to be Burt

Oh to be Burt

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To get chicks you had to be like Burt. It was either be like Burt and get all the chicks or not be like Burt and get nothing. Since I didn’t have chicks I must not be like Burt. So I studied Burt. Burt was a football legend. Everybody knew that. He played one inMore

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