RF Wilson will be reading from his new novel, Deadly Dancing, at 3:00 pm Saturday, Sept. 3 at Blue Ridge Books in Waynesville, NC and October 15, at City Lights Bookstore in Sylva, NC.Continue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – MATURE THEME – Success ~ “We did it,” Sami said, keeping an eye on the rear view mirror. “We damn well did it.” They’d been silent in the car for the past ten minutes, tense, waiting, watching, headed west on US 19-23 out of Asheville. No sirensContinue Reading
Written by Michael F. Havelin – The white delivery van screeched to a halt in the circular driveway in front of the big stone house. Gravel shotgunned from under the van’s tires. It was the final stop on his route. Randy, the dry-cleaner’s 28-year old delivery boy, slid the van’s sideContinue Reading
Written by – “What’s Nana doing, Emmie?” “Oh, she’s reading stories to my baby brother trying to get him to go to sleep,” answered the six year old granddaughter. “I’m too big for stories, aren’t I Papa. I get to stay up late don’t I?” “You can stay up a littleContinue Reading
Written by Benjamin Sonnenberg – You’re going to die, Mother. It will kill you, eventually: these were the words that paced back and forth in his mind. But then came sadness, a despair so overwhelming that it threatened to swallow up his interests and passions, just as the disease had swallowedContinue Reading
Written by Tom Davis – MATURE THEME – I was just sitting there minding my own business, wanting to drink my beer in peace. Gladys don’t like me drinking much, but I don’t never get drunk no more. Hardly. Guess I outgrowed it. Anyways, I wasn’t bothering nobody, when this fellaContinue Reading
Written by Kinslyn Coffey – Today I came home from the hospital with you my bundled pink, squishy-faced, blonde-fuzzed angel. Only yesterday did I realize that you were coming. So quick, so sudden did my stomach expand and ankles swell until you were ready for me to meet you. IContinue Reading
Written by B. Craig Grafton – “Please go to the garden and fetch us some beets,” said the mother. “For that again is all we have to eat for supper tonight.” “Yes mother,” replied the boy. “And stay away from that hole. No telling what is down there.” “Yes mother,” repliedContinue Reading
Written by Lucy Palladino – Snow, dusted dark with salt and mud, clung to the sides of the dark grey road. Fields stretched out beyond the straight highway with old farm equipment and the occasional naked tree breaking through. Tufts of thick grass and old fence posts separated one pasture fromContinue Reading
