Face it. 'It’s Going To Happen.' And so will many other things. Let them inspire you, then write about it. The new issue of 50 to 1 will blow you away. Featured contributors include: Jim Harrington, McLean Swanson, Dr. Barbara Sinor, Gay Degani, Paul Phillips, Matt Stranach, and J. Bradley.
Glen hopes you eNJoy this issue. Also, he wants all of his readers to submit because it's about time you became part of the 50 to 1 crew.
1st line by J. Bradley
I invented lyrical poetry in 1983 using a blowtorch and a cracked vial of syphilis and I have the patent to prove it.
J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009) and the Interview Editor at PANK Magazine. He lives at iheartfailure.net.
I invented lyrical poetry in 1983 using a blowtorch and a cracked vial of syphilis and I have the patent to prove it.
J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009) and the Interview Editor at PANK Magazine. He lives at iheartfailure.net.
A Hike In Bad News by Paul Phillips
Eric stood motionless on the side of the road, loaded pistol in his pocket. The night was closing in faster by the minute. The evening shadows were growing longer. Hitchhiking in the middle of the night could only bring bad news. He should know. He had caused plenty of it.
Paul Phillips' work can be found at http://crybbe666.blogspot.com/ He has also been published online at MicroHorror, Six Sentences, Powder Flash Burns and BlinkInk. He calls Australia home, but sometimes it won't listen.
Eric stood motionless on the side of the road, loaded pistol in his pocket. The night was closing in faster by the minute. The evening shadows were growing longer. Hitchhiking in the middle of the night could only bring bad news. He should know. He had caused plenty of it.
Paul Phillips' work can be found at http://crybbe666.blogspot.com/ He has also been published online at MicroHorror, Six Sentences, Powder Flash Burns and BlinkInk. He calls Australia home, but sometimes it won't listen.
What's Next by Gay Degani
A disciple of Mensa, I make a habit of genius. It’s not easy; I’m not that smart. But my finger’s on the pulse of knowledge. This single-mindedness isolates me in a tiny cell where my body, brain, and motherboard fuse into a solitary organism, a monad, looking for valence 2.
Gay Degani has published on-line at Smokelong Quarterly, Night Train, and Every Day Fiction as well as others. She never wears socks.
A disciple of Mensa, I make a habit of genius. It’s not easy; I’m not that smart. But my finger’s on the pulse of knowledge. This single-mindedness isolates me in a tiny cell where my body, brain, and motherboard fuse into a solitary organism, a monad, looking for valence 2.
Gay Degani has published on-line at Smokelong Quarterly, Night Train, and Every Day Fiction as well as others. She never wears socks.
1st line by Dr. Barbara Sinor
When I was a little girl, about four or five-years-old, if I did something that upset my father he would grab me by the arm and pull me down the hall where he kept the paddling board.
Dr. Sinor is a semi-retired Psychospiritual Therapist and the author of five books. Sinor's career in counseling lead her to share the insights found within her books which deal with childhood abuse, spiritual guidance, metaphysical issues, and the area of addiction recovery. Please visit Barbara's book countdown Blog for more updates on this potent book Tales of Addiction and Inspiration for Recovery. Go to her web site and click on My Blog: www.drsinor.com.
When I was a little girl, about four or five-years-old, if I did something that upset my father he would grab me by the arm and pull me down the hall where he kept the paddling board.
Dr. Sinor is a semi-retired Psychospiritual Therapist and the author of five books. Sinor's career in counseling lead her to share the insights found within her books which deal with childhood abuse, spiritual guidance, metaphysical issues, and the area of addiction recovery. Please visit Barbara's book countdown Blog for more updates on this potent book Tales of Addiction and Inspiration for Recovery. Go to her web site and click on My Blog: www.drsinor.com.
1st line by McLean Swanson
My dog, Milkdud, is a cannibal: he eats Milkduds.
McLean Swanson hails from Irvine, California and calls its University home, though he resides currently in Rome, Italy--studying abroad for a semester--he continues to pound away at the keyboard. An English major with hopes to actually use it to wrangle some semblance of sustainability after he graduates.
My dog, Milkdud, is a cannibal: he eats Milkduds.
McLean Swanson hails from Irvine, California and calls its University home, though he resides currently in Rome, Italy--studying abroad for a semester--he continues to pound away at the keyboard. An English major with hopes to actually use it to wrangle some semblance of sustainability after he graduates.
The Mechanic by Jim Harrington
Clara fixed things, personal things. She stood outside the atrium of the Bellagio with the others, in pajamas, the pealing alarm assaulting her ears. The firemen disembarked, lumbered into the hotel. The story in room 1224 one she wouldn’t tell. Her husband. The hooker. An itch he shouldn’t have scratched.
Jim Harrington lives in Huntersville, NC, with his wife and two cats. His stories have appeared in Apollo's Lyre, Camroc Press Review, Every Day Fiction, The Houston Literary Review, Long Story Short, MicroHorror, Flashshot and others. He currently serves as a flash fiction editor for Apollo’s Lyre. You can read more of his stories at www.jimharringtononline.net.
Clara fixed things, personal things. She stood outside the atrium of the Bellagio with the others, in pajamas, the pealing alarm assaulting her ears. The firemen disembarked, lumbered into the hotel. The story in room 1224 one she wouldn’t tell. Her husband. The hooker. An itch he shouldn’t have scratched.
Jim Harrington lives in Huntersville, NC, with his wife and two cats. His stories have appeared in Apollo's Lyre, Camroc Press Review, Every Day Fiction, The Houston Literary Review, Long Story Short, MicroHorror, Flashshot and others. He currently serves as a flash fiction editor for Apollo’s Lyre. You can read more of his stories at www.jimharringtononline.net.
We live and we breathe and we smile. 'Rain or Shine.' Life is always there and, today, it’s calling your name. This issue of 50 to 1 shows us how. Packed with goodies contributed by: Ana c., Tannen Dell, Tom Mahony, John Paolicelli, Deirdre Sinnott, Robert Laughlin, and Paul Mullin.
Glen thinks after you read this issue you should go outside. Because it's very nice out (at least here in NJ). But go outside either way because puddles are fun to play in.
Glen thinks after you read this issue you should go outside. Because it's very nice out (at least here in NJ). But go outside either way because puddles are fun to play in.
Nature Walk by Paul Mullin
Mud flecked in wide spurts as my boots clamped down hard on solvent earth, rending the amalgamation in two, three or four. Snow sat in triumphant conquest on shielded tufts, the sun broken en route by budding life twenty-three feet high. Beautiful, but it was my nature to be preoccupied.
Paul Mullin is a freelance newspaper reporter from New Jersey. He is also a proud member of The Broad Set Writing Collective. He hopes that, one day, he will have a full-time job with benefits.
Mud flecked in wide spurts as my boots clamped down hard on solvent earth, rending the amalgamation in two, three or four. Snow sat in triumphant conquest on shielded tufts, the sun broken en route by budding life twenty-three feet high. Beautiful, but it was my nature to be preoccupied.
Paul Mullin is a freelance newspaper reporter from New Jersey. He is also a proud member of The Broad Set Writing Collective. He hopes that, one day, he will have a full-time job with benefits.
The Five-Time Loser Introduces Meryl Streep By Robert Laughlin
This woman has won two Academy Awards, six Golden Globes, two Emmys, two SAG Awards, a BAFTA award, and a Best Actress award at Cannes. And, fourteen billion years from now, the Big Crunch will destroy the universe, so it was all for nothing, Meryl, nothing, do you hear?
Robert Laughlin lives in Chico, California. He has published over 100 short stories and poems, including recent sales to Underground Voices and elimae. Two of his short stories are MWA Notable Stories, and his novel, Vow of Silence, is available from Trytium.
This woman has won two Academy Awards, six Golden Globes, two Emmys, two SAG Awards, a BAFTA award, and a Best Actress award at Cannes. And, fourteen billion years from now, the Big Crunch will destroy the universe, so it was all for nothing, Meryl, nothing, do you hear?
Robert Laughlin lives in Chico, California. He has published over 100 short stories and poems, including recent sales to Underground Voices and elimae. Two of his short stories are MWA Notable Stories, and his novel, Vow of Silence, is available from Trytium.
1st line by Deirdre Sinnott
One night, hopelessly wasted, I tried to navigate the tangle of darkened sidewalks in Stuyvesant Town, a complex of almost 9,000 apartments that hugs Manhattan’s East Side, but instead of getting home, I found myself at the end of my drinking career.
Deirdre Sinnott splits her time between New York City and the Catskill Mountains. This is the first sentence of her memoir Drunk Dreams. More of her writing is available on her website www.DeirdreSinnott.com.
One night, hopelessly wasted, I tried to navigate the tangle of darkened sidewalks in Stuyvesant Town, a complex of almost 9,000 apartments that hugs Manhattan’s East Side, but instead of getting home, I found myself at the end of my drinking career.
Deirdre Sinnott splits her time between New York City and the Catskill Mountains. This is the first sentence of her memoir Drunk Dreams. More of her writing is available on her website www.DeirdreSinnott.com.
Temptation by John Paolicelli
When he looked past her angel face, he saw the devil in her eyes. He knew her love would destroy him, but didn’t care; he kissed her anyway, and took the gun from her hand.
“Lord have mercy on my soul,” he said as he entered the sleeping man’s room.
John Paolicelli is a new writer from Long Island, NY. He lives there with his wife and six Ridgebacks. John is an active member of The Science Fiction Writers Workshop.
When he looked past her angel face, he saw the devil in her eyes. He knew her love would destroy him, but didn’t care; he kissed her anyway, and took the gun from her hand.
“Lord have mercy on my soul,” he said as he entered the sleeping man’s room.
John Paolicelli is a new writer from Long Island, NY. He lives there with his wife and six Ridgebacks. John is an active member of The Science Fiction Writers Workshop.
Creep by Tom Mahony
“Did you ever think,” he said, holding her hand and gazing deeply into her eyes, “that you could love somebody as much as you love me?”
He’d always known her to be a strong woman, but when her fist connected with his jaw, he learned the true extent of it.
Tom Mahony is a biological consultant in California with an M.S. degree from Humboldt State University. His fiction has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in dozens of online and print publications, including Surfer Magazine, Flashquake, The Rose & Thorn, Pindeldyboz, In Posse Review, Diddledog, LITnIMAGE, Boston Literary Magazine, 34th Parallel, and Decomp. His short fiction collection, Slow Entropy, was published by Thumbscrews Press in 2009. His first novel, Imperfect Solitude, is forthcoming from Casperian Books in 2011. Visit him at tommahony.net.
“Did you ever think,” he said, holding her hand and gazing deeply into her eyes, “that you could love somebody as much as you love me?”
He’d always known her to be a strong woman, but when her fist connected with his jaw, he learned the true extent of it.
Tom Mahony is a biological consultant in California with an M.S. degree from Humboldt State University. His fiction has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in dozens of online and print publications, including Surfer Magazine, Flashquake, The Rose & Thorn, Pindeldyboz, In Posse Review, Diddledog, LITnIMAGE, Boston Literary Magazine, 34th Parallel, and Decomp. His short fiction collection, Slow Entropy, was published by Thumbscrews Press in 2009. His first novel, Imperfect Solitude, is forthcoming from Casperian Books in 2011. Visit him at tommahony.net.
1st line by Tannen Dell
The aged mans willpower was shackled to the fatigue of his body.
Tannen Dell is a student and writer from Tigard oregon. He hopes he will someday make a living by writing.
The aged mans willpower was shackled to the fatigue of his body.
Tannen Dell is a student and writer from Tigard oregon. He hopes he will someday make a living by writing.
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