Dogs With Human Parts.... what?! No, I'm not talking about the contributors. Just think how cool it would be if dogs had human hands. Or human feet. They would be like the creatures from Where The Wild Things Are. I don't know what is going on inside my brain. Do you? Anyway, the new issue of 50 to 1 is insane. Dogs With Human Parts features work from: Donna Elliott, Juleigh Howard-Hobson, Stacey Dye, Christina Murphy, Daniel Romo, Amber Foster, and Tim Lantz. Enjoy their work and please visit their sites, leave some comments, and spread the word about 50 to 1! Submissions have been slow so the more you, the loyal reader/submitter, speak up about this fun-filled flash fiction site, the more the audience grows! So thank you for those that have been talking about us - please keep it up! I have exciting plans for the future of this ezine so stay tuned! Relax and enjoy yourself... you're at 50 to 1.
- Glen
1st line by Tim Lantz
Depressed about not having been in the news since 1994, Richard Nixon achieved his comeback by robbing a 711 while wearing a Richard Nixon mask.
Tim Lantz teaches English in Dalian, China. His Web site is timlantz.com.
Depressed about not having been in the news since 1994, Richard Nixon achieved his comeback by robbing a 711 while wearing a Richard Nixon mask.
Tim Lantz teaches English in Dalian, China. His Web site is timlantz.com.
Imperfectionism by Amber Foster
I am an imperfectionist. I like the nearly, the almost, the not-quite--in architecture, nothing beats the leaning tower of Pisa. I even drink my coffee imperfectly, slopping a little (not too much) over the side of my secondhand cup. I rarely finish what
Amber Foster has a Master's in literature and has published in magazines such as Highways, Transitions Abroad, and Sierra Style. She is currently working as a scuba diving instructor in Honduras, and writing a memoir of her experiences there.
I am an imperfectionist. I like the nearly, the almost, the not-quite--in architecture, nothing beats the leaning tower of Pisa. I even drink my coffee imperfectly, slopping a little (not too much) over the side of my secondhand cup. I rarely finish what
Amber Foster has a Master's in literature and has published in magazines such as Highways, Transitions Abroad, and Sierra Style. She is currently working as a scuba diving instructor in Honduras, and writing a memoir of her experiences there.
Vision by Daniel Romo
Yesterday I spent four hours getting CPR certification at the Y. Tonight I’ll eat at a Japanese steakhouse with a distinctly American name. A man will choke on a filet mignon. I’ll use the Heimlich to save his life. His wife will thank me. And I’ll get a free meal.
Daniel Romo teaches high school Creative Writing, and lives in Long Beach, CA. He has been recently published in “The Northville Review,” “Verdad,” and “Young American Poets.” He is an MFA candidate at Antioch University, and thinks gray sky the utmost inspiration. More of his writing can be found here - http://danielromo.wordpress.com/ (Peyote Soliloquies)
Yesterday I spent four hours getting CPR certification at the Y. Tonight I’ll eat at a Japanese steakhouse with a distinctly American name. A man will choke on a filet mignon. I’ll use the Heimlich to save his life. His wife will thank me. And I’ll get a free meal.
Daniel Romo teaches high school Creative Writing, and lives in Long Beach, CA. He has been recently published in “The Northville Review,” “Verdad,” and “Young American Poets.” He is an MFA candidate at Antioch University, and thinks gray sky the utmost inspiration. More of his writing can be found here - http://danielromo.wordpress.com/ (Peyote Soliloquies)
1st line by Christina Murphy
When his lover walked out after shooting him, he watched sadly as his blood stained the shirt she had just given him for their anniversary.
Christina Murphy lives and writes in a 100 year-old house along the Ohio River and is enamored with micro fiction.
When his lover walked out after shooting him, he watched sadly as his blood stained the shirt she had just given him for their anniversary.
Christina Murphy lives and writes in a 100 year-old house along the Ohio River and is enamored with micro fiction.
You Take My Breath Away by Stacey Dye
The last time you "lost your temper", one of the blows you threw crushed my mid-section. I doubled over as it completely knocked the breath out of me. For a split second, I hoped I wouldn't be able to catch it again.
Stacey Dye has written everything from poetry to radio and television ad copy. It wasn’t until three years ago that she truly began to pursue the art of poetry. Her primary focus is the human condition. She has been featured in Camroc Press Review, Here and Now and Mused, BellaOnline's Literary Journal, Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) and Cafe del Soul. She also has pieces upcoming in Dew on the Kudzu.
The last time you "lost your temper", one of the blows you threw crushed my mid-section. I doubled over as it completely knocked the breath out of me. For a split second, I hoped I wouldn't be able to catch it again.
Stacey Dye has written everything from poetry to radio and television ad copy. It wasn’t until three years ago that she truly began to pursue the art of poetry. Her primary focus is the human condition. She has been featured in Camroc Press Review, Here and Now and Mused, BellaOnline's Literary Journal, Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) and Cafe del Soul. She also has pieces upcoming in Dew on the Kudzu.
Low Tide by Juleigh Howard-Hobson
The beach around the dead man was dry and warm. Drifts of sand were packed loosely up against him. His fingers and feet were completely covered by them. It felt to Amanda as if some child had left off playing 'let's bury daddy', and wandered away....leaving him lying there, waiting...
Juleigh Howard-Hobson is a widely published essayist, short story writer and formalist poet. Named a Million Writers Award "Notable Story" writer, she has been nominated for both the Pushcart and the Best of the Net. Her work has appeared in Key Hole Magazine, Aesthetica, The Loch Raven Review, Going Down Swinging, The Chimaera and many other places, both in print and in cyberprint.
The beach around the dead man was dry and warm. Drifts of sand were packed loosely up against him. His fingers and feet were completely covered by them. It felt to Amanda as if some child had left off playing 'let's bury daddy', and wandered away....leaving him lying there, waiting...
Juleigh Howard-Hobson is a widely published essayist, short story writer and formalist poet. Named a Million Writers Award "Notable Story" writer, she has been nominated for both the Pushcart and the Best of the Net. Her work has appeared in Key Hole Magazine, Aesthetica, The Loch Raven Review, Going Down Swinging, The Chimaera and many other places, both in print and in cyberprint.
1st line by Donna Elliott
Lying face down, it dawned on me.
Donna Elliott thinks and writes in spurts and loves to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on her face. (Raleigh, NC) donnaelliott.com | iamithinkithinkam.blogspot.com | thinkaboutitaminute.blogspot.com | mydogrea.blogspot.com
Lying face down, it dawned on me.
Donna Elliott thinks and writes in spurts and loves to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on her face. (Raleigh, NC) donnaelliott.com | iamithinkithinkam.blogspot.com | thinkaboutitaminute.blogspot.com | mydogrea.blogspot.com
