Category Archives: Fiction

Loaf

Loaf

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How does pre-packaged bread affect romance? J.D. Smith offers one possibility.more

The Battle of the Sexes

The Battle of the Sexes

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Life is life and fun is fun, but it’s all so quiet after the female praying mantis eats her male.

The Gun I Used To Own

The Gun I Used To Own

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I’m upright in my bed day-dreaming that I could fall asleep when I’m interrupted by the clash of a couple, drunken, presumably, skirmishing beneath my bedroom window— the pair are shouting acrimonious words back-and-forth like a tennis match drenched in gin and hatred. I can’t discern the source of their disagreement, but from the woman’smore

No Mississippi

No Mississippi

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His wife had been only a child, thirteen to be exact, the day she found the baby. She and her family had lived in the country, far enough outside the limits of town that they had had no immediate neighbors to speak of. The family house sat on a ten acre plot alongside the farm-to-marketmore

Forty-Five Minutes of Unstoppable Rock

Forty-Five Minutes of Unstoppable Rock

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“We come in a rental car, white or black or silver, and we bring with us the “Notice to Quit” and the lawsuit. Sometimes the houses are empty, the owner gone with the foreclosure notice. They slink away to another place to forget this place and these timesmore

The Darkest Shade of Twilight

The Darkest Shade of Twilight

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The sky reflected the sepia tint of Troy’s eyes as he unscrewed the cap of his flat pint whiskey bottle and ran it under his nose to smell the burn of fumes before knocking back a swallow. more

Pinball and PDA

Pinball and PDA

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“I dressed up tonight, plump flesh pressed into fishnet stockings like a juicy, punk rock ham. Fresh from Kentuckymore

The Derf

The Derf

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“Cellar had the type of raw on-board skill that when witnessed quickly transitioned from inspiring to intimidatingmore

Frankie Would Be Almost Nine

Frankie Would Be Almost Nine

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“I could hear the echoes of boys’ voices coming from the graveyard over fifteen years before. What I’d lost, I realized, was a chancemore

Jackpine Savage

Jackpine Savage

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The second it gets to the hard stuff under the bark it nearly pulls right out of my gloves. I touch the trunk with the bar and it kicks back, catching the new green chaps at my shinmore