http://www.deadmule.com Southern literature -- fiction, poetry, essays and photos since 1996 Thu, 08 May 2008 12:49:40 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en by Ann Hite It was the twenty-second of June, a Saturday night. One of the Brown twins—Maude wasn’t sure if it was Bob or Andy—ran up the path to her house. Maude was in bed with a book when she heard the beat of his bare feet on the path outside ... http://www.deadmule.com/fiction/2008/05/the-circle-of-light/ by Ann Hite Tyler Morgan was up every morning with the chickens. Not because he loved the early morning light seeping across Black Mountain; given a choice, he’d sleep until dinner, but Daddy thought men got up at the crack of dawn and took care of their chores, and Daddy wasn’t ... http://www.deadmule.com/fiction/2008/05/pride-cometh-before-a-fall/ by Ann Hite Halloween on Black Mountain was pretty boring. Matter of fact, we never even celebrated one until the year that new-fangled teacher, Miss Palmer, came. She was from Asheville and had it in her mind she’d save us kids from ourselves. All she did was give herself something she ... http://www.deadmule.com/fiction/2008/05/ann-hite-whos-afraid-of-the-dark/ Hey, ya'll. I forgot to load the new Coverpage for the May 2008 Mule. Apologies all around, especially to dear Ann who worked so hard on the Life on Black Mountain story collection. Take a gander at her blog when you get a moment, would you? click here. It was pure bliss ... http://www.deadmule.com/blog/2008/05/oops-let-the-month-get-ahead-of-me/ by Ann Hite No one could remember how The Connors came to live on Black Mountain. That’s how long they’d been in the same farm. Oshie Connor being one of them, along with his family: Mama, Daddy, his three younger brothers, and Maynard, his oldest brother. When Maynard turned seventeen, he ... http://www.deadmule.com/fiction/2008/05/ann-hite-the-doctor-bag/