The football season starts tonight. Therefore, I’m dubbing this issue 'Opening Night.' I should probably care more than I do. Someone get me pumped. The new issue of 50 to 1 features authors such as: Nicole Monaghan, Mitchell Macdonald, Liz Haigh, Brenda Blakey, Sander Blome, Nathan Patton, and Garrett Ashley.
Glen is having a slow start to the football season. Maybe he should get into some fantasy football. Also, he wants you to know this issue has absolutely nothing to do with the sport of football.
The Horror by Garrett Ashley
The vegan's mad because I slaughter animals. But I love their juicy tender goodness, a little blood and a little bone ground to little pieces. Can't ever refute it. Little animals scream because they don't want to die. At least my food has legs. It'd run if it were wise.
Garrett Ashley lives in MS and studies English at USM. His work has appeared in The New Flesh, Short Fast and Deadly, and Inwood Indiana. He has more work forthcoming in Flashes in the Dark, The Smoking Poet, Twisted Dreams Magazine, and Worlds Within-Worlds Beyond. He is currently begging for submissions for the first issue of his new e-zine at www.widowmoonpress.webs.com.
The vegan's mad because I slaughter animals. But I love their juicy tender goodness, a little blood and a little bone ground to little pieces. Can't ever refute it. Little animals scream because they don't want to die. At least my food has legs. It'd run if it were wise.
Garrett Ashley lives in MS and studies English at USM. His work has appeared in The New Flesh, Short Fast and Deadly, and Inwood Indiana. He has more work forthcoming in Flashes in the Dark, The Smoking Poet, Twisted Dreams Magazine, and Worlds Within-Worlds Beyond. He is currently begging for submissions for the first issue of his new e-zine at www.widowmoonpress.webs.com.
Last Session by Nathan Patton
I'm standing, nearly vibrating in place, yelling until my throat goes hoarse, telling him that he is not my father, that he can’t tell me what to do, and in response, after ten minutes of uneasy silence, all he can say to me is, “This will be our last session.”
Nathan Patton lives in the Boston Mountains with his wife and guitar. His work has been published by Arcana, Speakeasy, Dakuwaka, and Young American Comics, and has been hung on many refrigerators.
I'm standing, nearly vibrating in place, yelling until my throat goes hoarse, telling him that he is not my father, that he can’t tell me what to do, and in response, after ten minutes of uneasy silence, all he can say to me is, “This will be our last session.”
Nathan Patton lives in the Boston Mountains with his wife and guitar. His work has been published by Arcana, Speakeasy, Dakuwaka, and Young American Comics, and has been hung on many refrigerators.
1st line by Sander Blome
I know what it is like to be comely and challenged, although I am neither nor do I know personally anyone who is.
Sander Blome (b.1956) lives in SW Florida. He dedicated his life to writing in 2009. Unhappy in an engineering job in Toledo, Ohio, Blome traveled and held an array of odd jobs. His most notable odd job was as sailing boat charter captain for daily trips in St. Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Blome received his engineering degree from the University of Michigan and a law degree from the University of Toledo. His poetry appears or will appear The Van Gogh Complex and The Houston Literary Review.
I know what it is like to be comely and challenged, although I am neither nor do I know personally anyone who is.
Sander Blome (b.1956) lives in SW Florida. He dedicated his life to writing in 2009. Unhappy in an engineering job in Toledo, Ohio, Blome traveled and held an array of odd jobs. His most notable odd job was as sailing boat charter captain for daily trips in St. Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Blome received his engineering degree from the University of Michigan and a law degree from the University of Toledo. His poetry appears or will appear The Van Gogh Complex and The Houston Literary Review.
Dissolved by Brenda Blakey
After the storm, we surfaced to shovel the snow. There we found a single impervious boot, the sock still inside it as if the body had somehow dissolved. The boot, a grave marker, left no trace of frostbite or heartbreak. Our shovels softly scratched against the concrete, a funeral hymn.
Brenda Blakey hails from Atlanta and enjoys writing fiction and poetry even more than eating snow-cones and popsicles. She does not own a cat.
After the storm, we surfaced to shovel the snow. There we found a single impervious boot, the sock still inside it as if the body had somehow dissolved. The boot, a grave marker, left no trace of frostbite or heartbreak. Our shovels softly scratched against the concrete, a funeral hymn.
Brenda Blakey hails from Atlanta and enjoys writing fiction and poetry even more than eating snow-cones and popsicles. She does not own a cat.
1st line by Liz Haigh
The butter was rancid, it had been left out too long in the mid-day sun, but Beryl used it anyway, it wasn’t the only thing off in the house that day.
Liz Haigh lives in the UK. Her work been published in Apollo's Lyre, Dew on the Kudzu, The Legendary, Linnet's Wings, Foundling Review, Blink, Delivered and other places. She is currently working on a novel for young adults.
The butter was rancid, it had been left out too long in the mid-day sun, but Beryl used it anyway, it wasn’t the only thing off in the house that day.
Liz Haigh lives in the UK. Her work been published in Apollo's Lyre, Dew on the Kudzu, The Legendary, Linnet's Wings, Foundling Review, Blink, Delivered and other places. She is currently working on a novel for young adults.
1st line by Mitchell Macdonald
Here's what's going to happen - you're going to sit there in those shackles, and I'm going to explain why I'm not posting bail.
Mitchell Macdonald is an amateur writer, actor, director, and playwright - that is to say, he has yet to find a bank that accepts positive experiences as currency. He also enjoys volleyball, reading, and sleeping. His B.A. in Theatre from the University of Mary Washington is currently collecting dust.
Here's what's going to happen - you're going to sit there in those shackles, and I'm going to explain why I'm not posting bail.
Mitchell Macdonald is an amateur writer, actor, director, and playwright - that is to say, he has yet to find a bank that accepts positive experiences as currency. He also enjoys volleyball, reading, and sleeping. His B.A. in Theatre from the University of Mary Washington is currently collecting dust.
A Dollar Each by Nicole Monaghan
I danced as though the hundreds of people in the darkness weren’t there, encouraged by the two cartoon voices in the audience: “Go, Mommy!” They loved and supported me, were maybe even proud of my bravery. Hours later, picking sequins off my arm, I found out my husband bribed them.
Nicole Monaghan recently received First Prize Honors at the 62nd Annual Philadelphia Writers' Conference for Flash Fiction, Literary Short Story, and Creative Nonfiction and blogs at http://writenic.wordpress.com. She thinks writing 50 word pieces would be troublesome without the Microsoft Word "word count" function.
I danced as though the hundreds of people in the darkness weren’t there, encouraged by the two cartoon voices in the audience: “Go, Mommy!” They loved and supported me, were maybe even proud of my bravery. Hours later, picking sequins off my arm, I found out my husband bribed them.
Nicole Monaghan recently received First Prize Honors at the 62nd Annual Philadelphia Writers' Conference for Flash Fiction, Literary Short Story, and Creative Nonfiction and blogs at http://writenic.wordpress.com. She thinks writing 50 word pieces would be troublesome without the Microsoft Word "word count" function.