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"The Fireline" is up at Flash Fiction Offensive

“The Fireline” is a story I originally wrote four or five years ago.  I was reading a lot of Freud and Marcuse at the time and the piece ballooned to a linked 10,000 word long story, and went nowhere.  A couple months ago, I take a hack-axe to it and came up with the 1000 or words you’re going to go click to right now (right?)  Convenient clickable linky 

A preview:

“We’re going to do it,” Silas said. “With or without your say-so.”

Pa scrabbled down the roof and leaped off the eave, coming up spry as a jackrabbit. He strode within a pace of them. The boys stepped back.

“Is it true, Lord?” Pa said. “Did I raise up a pack of back-talking hellions?”

Convenient linky, repeated

“The Fireline” is up at Flash Fiction Offensive

“The Fireline” is a story I originally wrote four or five years ago.  I was reading a lot of Freud and Marcuse at the time and the piece ballooned to a linked 10,000 word long story, and went nowhere.  A couple months ago, I take a hack-axe to it and came up with the 1000 or words you’re going to go click to right now (right?)  Convenient clickable linky 

A preview:

“We’re going to do it,” Silas said. “With or without your say-so.”

Pa scrabbled down the roof and leaped off the eave, coming up spry as a jackrabbit. He strode within a pace of them. The boys stepped back.

“Is it true, Lord?” Pa said. “Did I raise up a pack of back-talking hellions?”

Convenient linky, repeated

“First Water” is live at FCAC

A third installment from my novel manuscript has gone live at FCAC.  “First Water” features Delia and her family, trying to make it through on the hardscrabble high plains.  Go on over and have a look, please.

Delia & co. have also appeared in Midwestern Gothic (print only) and decomP.

"First Water" is live at FCAC

A third installment from my novel manuscript has gone live at FCAC.  “First Water” features Delia and her family, trying to make it through on the hardscrabble high plains.  Go on over and have a look, please.

Delia & co. have also appeared in Midwestern Gothic (print only) and decomP.

An acceptance – Lek makes it in into Specter

My short story “Lek” was picked up by indefatigable twitterer Mensah Demary, at Specter Magazine.

The origins of Lek, the titular character, stem from my time living and working in Pattaya, Thailand, sex capital of Asia (if not the world).  I wish I could say Pattaya had much else going for it, but it doesn’t.  We didn’t stay long.  But I got an eyeful of the seamiest side of life there is out there while we were there.  I’ve got a couple other stories set there out in the world, but this is the first one to see the light of day.  As my writing shifts more and more to the gritty, I think there will be more to come.

Lek was rejected 6 times before it found a home.  It will appear in Specter in October.

Specter Issue Zero goes live about 1 hour from now, by the way.  Go check them out – there’s sure to be a truckload of writing worth reading.  There is also a blog of acerbic and insightful commentary.  Check ’em out.

I’m biased, of course, but I think they’re up-and-comers, and you’ll be hearing more from Specter in the not-so-distant future.

Two acceptances (!) – Toad Suck Review and TKNC

Toad Suck Review took my story, “Saving The Pangolins.”  There are no pangolins in the story, but there is a semi-reformed eco-radical on the run and some murder and mayhem.  I’m sort of surprised a non-crime venue took the piece, actually.  Very pleasantly surprised.  “Saving The Pangolins” will appear in print in January.

Toad Suck used to be Exquisite Corpse.  In case you’re wondering about the strange name, here’s what they have to say about it:

Toad Suck: a name inspired by the ferry boat captains who’d bloat themselves like toads, sucking down beer while waiting for customers to cross the Arkansas River.

I can live with that.

And, over at Thrillers, Killers, ‘N’ Chillers, my story “Thirty Miles North Of Cheyenne” went live yesterday.  You know the kind of Western where the ladies just get their petticoats rustled and the hero comes on top (maybe a couple of his buddies buy it)?  Yeah, that sort of Western has never seemed very authentic to me.  “Thirty Miles North of Cheyenne” ain’t that. A sampler: 

“We been out in the hills a long time,” said the blackbeard to the cotton merchant. “So we’re going to take your girls here down to the creek. And the boy, too, come to think of it.”

The drifter from Arizona wiped his nose and sniggered.

“Now you, mister,” said the blackbeard, “You can be peaceable about it, and you all walk out of here. Even if some of you will walk a little cockeyed.” The rest of the gang sniggered. “Or you can get heroic and get shot. Up to you. Either way we take your girls, and your boy, down to the creek.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure this story would ever find a home.  It is, shall we say, morally questionable.  My buddy Brad Green described it as “pure larceny lacking any moral center.”  He’s right.

So thanks to Col over at TKNC for posting it.