Fiction Index

Scott McKenzie Barges Linda went out onto the porch and tried to get her shaky hands to tie her shoe laces.... As she was opening the car door, Linda saw Mike easing his truck into the carport. He got out, pale and shaken, his blue button-down in his hand and his undershirt and pants smeared with blood. Linda grabbed his arm, the graying hairs still wet.		Tim Peeler Résumé She did like Todd's car. But when he backed out on 14th Ave., he squalled the tires for about fifty feet before fishtailing back into the right lane, just in advance of oncoming traffic. "Jeez!" she somehow cut herself off without finishing the name and felt her already nauseated stomach sliding up her throat.
Les Combs An Orel History of Mules When your ancestry is a combination of asinine and equine, I reckon you have to expect a certain amount of trash talk, but I'm as proud of my ancestors as you are of yours. Mules, you might of noticed, are different from human beings in one thing. We all have mothers and fathers, but most mules cannot have offspring on account of genetic problems having to do with chromosome counts and the like which have never been explained entirely to my satisfaction.		F. Brett Cox Up Above the Dead Line Ned looked at his sons and didn't say anything for a while. The afternoon sun hit him full in the face, brutally outlining the eighty years' worth of lines and crevices that had managed to appear in half that time. He told Caleb to shut up and show him where the body was.
Bob Thomas Duel in the Sun As I lay there, trying to control my breathing and be as invisible as I could, Rascal was not! He was thumping his tail against the floor and panting like a locomotive! I was sure he could be heard for miles and would give away our hiding place . . . even though the smell in here was almost unbearable, I didn't want to be shot again!		Lanny Gilbert The Subject Was Tomaters Janie peered into the basket, moved a few tomatoes, and saw a rather large snapping turtle with her sister's finger in its mouth. The old turtle had dug into the bottom of the basket with its claws and wasn't going anywhere in a hurry...
Fiction. Remember, there's always a foundation of truth somewhere in southern fiction. Taters By Melanie Faith ..."Double order of Pot o' Taters every night of the week if you'll be my woman." he said to me. Just like my Angel to promise me a greasy bag of taters fer a betrothal. Some girls get diamonds and them fancy cars, like yer Mercedeez and some such stuff them people on Dallas used ta drive. The Man Who Shot Santa Claus By Donald Underwood Thompson ...A strange sense of serenity flowed over her. A feeling of relief. For the first time since she was sixteen there was the possibility - the real possibility - of life without Orzel. She felt a smile within her. Her hand flew to her lips, checking to see if it was there and, if so, to smother it. More Than a Pound of Flesh By Tim Bullard ...The reason I suggested an autopsy as a possible story idea was probably a selfishly arranged treat for myself. I had always wanted to see what it was like. Something voyeuristic and prurient had been tempting me to set up such an article. The Judge and Jubal Early By Matthew Cooper ...The lanky, bearded judge, who had served under the ornery Confederate general during the Civil War, had so admired his wartime commander he decided to honor his memory by naming his mule “General Jubal Early.” Big Faith, Little Faith By Randall Armstrong ...Then, there are some times when the Good Lord just uses the snake to take someone home to Glory. Expiration By Alice Mullen His movements are in perfect synchronicity with the music, but set apart from it at the same time. You can easily picture him using the same gestures and facial expression marching ahead of a parade down Main Street, or leading the choir in a Baptist church. He almost seems to glide over the grunge and smoke of the bar as his arms swing in bending curves.
Thomas Scott McKenzie Broke Down He opened the shutters and a stream of light cut across the stall and shone on the horse. Clarke waved the flies away from the crack. "It’s definitely dead," he said. "Don’t you go off nowhere, Walt. I’m going to have to call the owner. I want to be able to find you if I need you." Lazar Stills Hykee Idabelle was a recent arrival from South Carolina... She looked much older than 16. She was slender, full busted and taller than Golda. Idabelle was welcomed to care for the house and daughters so Golda could work alongside Mendel in their growing grocery business now on South Meridan. William Dekle A Meeting of the Mind Patrick Henry Cherry's handsome hawk-like face looked intelligent, but it wasn't. And worse, Patrick Henry, called Henry, believed the mirror image. He was so dense, nobody in Augusta ever took the trouble to explain it to him; thus, in his ignorance, he assumed his history of screw-ups was about average for a smart guy. AND the story you've all been waiting for: Tim Peeler THE DAY THE DIARRHEA TWINS FOUND THE DEAD MULE A MORALITY TALE Spike was busy getting ready for his big date. His girlfriend was out of town for the weekend, and he had lined up a girl from a bio lab at school as a one night stand-in. "Love the one you're with," he sang nasally and out of key as he made up his bed, fluffed the pillow, borrowed Flanagan's Dan Fogelberg album...