Half the time we exist. Half the time we only feel like we do. 50 to 1 just released the latest issue - Sometimes We Exist. Look at all the 1st lines in this issue! I love it! Some very good writers are included in this issue. I am more than excited to announce the list. Authors include: Morgan Moore, Troy Morash, Anne Whitehouse, Rebecca Jane Taylor, M.E. Ray, Amanda Borenstadt, and Jack Shakely. Don't be nervous while reading these, as they may intimidate you. Enjoy it. Please visit the contributor websites. And, of course, relax... Sometimes We Exist.
-Glen
Where The Wild Things Weren't by Jack Shakely
I volunteered to lobby to save wolves, but this government department looked like a hard sell. The glass door read "Wildlife Control Agency." Peering inside, I saw an elk head on the wall and a stuffed cougar
"Bullet control," I thought, stuffed the brochures back in my knapsack, and turned.
Jack Shakely is the Gold medal winner- 2009 IPPY Book of the Year Award in historical/military fiction. www.theconfederatewarbonnet.com.
I volunteered to lobby to save wolves, but this government department looked like a hard sell. The glass door read "Wildlife Control Agency." Peering inside, I saw an elk head on the wall and a stuffed cougar
"Bullet control," I thought, stuffed the brochures back in my knapsack, and turned.
Jack Shakely is the Gold medal winner- 2009 IPPY Book of the Year Award in historical/military fiction. www.theconfederatewarbonnet.com.
1st line by Amanda Borenstadt
Letty felt, just as you do now, that she had forgotten something.
Amanda Borenstadt lives and writes in California with her husband and twin girls. You may visit her here: http://afortnightofmustard.blogspot.com.
Letty felt, just as you do now, that she had forgotten something.
Amanda Borenstadt lives and writes in California with her husband and twin girls. You may visit her here: http://afortnightofmustard.blogspot.com.
1st line by M.E. Ray
I liked Jack, and I hadn't wanted to kill him.
M.E. Ray has been a landscaper, a lifeguard, and an intel analyst. He's been a corporate manager, a kinesiologist, and an honors hall director. From here on in, he'll teach history and write. http://gatetree.com.
I liked Jack, and I hadn't wanted to kill him.
M.E. Ray has been a landscaper, a lifeguard, and an intel analyst. He's been a corporate manager, a kinesiologist, and an honors hall director. From here on in, he'll teach history and write. http://gatetree.com.
1st line by Rebecca Jane Taylor
Your bedroom is full of empty darkness, grey blue, hollow possibility, a night sky expanding to make room for more stars and more nothingness, the quiet inside of an egg.
Rebecca Jane Taylor is currently an MFA student at Emerson College, Boston. She's also lived and written in Grand Rapids, MI, Santa Cruz, CA, and Adelaide, AU. Her eyes, hair, and cat are all brown. Her favorite color is red. Her toothbrush is blue. Not blue like sad. Just blue. Like the color. She can be reached at rebeccajanetaylor@gmail.com.
Your bedroom is full of empty darkness, grey blue, hollow possibility, a night sky expanding to make room for more stars and more nothingness, the quiet inside of an egg.
Rebecca Jane Taylor is currently an MFA student at Emerson College, Boston. She's also lived and written in Grand Rapids, MI, Santa Cruz, CA, and Adelaide, AU. Her eyes, hair, and cat are all brown. Her favorite color is red. Her toothbrush is blue. Not blue like sad. Just blue. Like the color. She can be reached at rebeccajanetaylor@gmail.com.
The Dedication by Anne Whitehouse
Music floats in her, an air in the spaces of her head. Under
her white face, she is a pool of swampwater, flowing away so
slowly she does not appear to be moving. The tannin of silver
trees has dyed her dark. There is a wind in the high trees.
Anne Whitehouse is the author of BLESSINGS AND CURSES, forthcoming this fall from Poetic Matrix.
Music floats in her, an air in the spaces of her head. Under
her white face, she is a pool of swampwater, flowing away so
slowly she does not appear to be moving. The tannin of silver
trees has dyed her dark. There is a wind in the high trees.
Anne Whitehouse is the author of BLESSINGS AND CURSES, forthcoming this fall from Poetic Matrix.
1st line by Troy Morash
Long ago, before anyone had any idea how tasty human flesh can be, there was a man, wandering in the wilderness, dizzy with hunger.
Troy Morash lives in Romania but hails from Canada.
Long ago, before anyone had any idea how tasty human flesh can be, there was a man, wandering in the wilderness, dizzy with hunger.
Troy Morash lives in Romania but hails from Canada.
Don't Come Crying to Me by Morgan Moore
I heard you’d died and stood up so I could squeeze in enough air to sob. My left hand on the red velvet couch and my right hand splayed out on the glass coffee table tethered me to the stable world as the rest of my body cried itself out.
Morgan Moore bounced around quite a bit prior to settling down to write in San Francisco. Some of his prior occupations include; snowboard instructor, US Army soldier, and cab driver. He finds the relative safety of writing quite gratifying.
I heard you’d died and stood up so I could squeeze in enough air to sob. My left hand on the red velvet couch and my right hand splayed out on the glass coffee table tethered me to the stable world as the rest of my body cried itself out.
Morgan Moore bounced around quite a bit prior to settling down to write in San Francisco. Some of his prior occupations include; snowboard instructor, US Army soldier, and cab driver. He finds the relative safety of writing quite gratifying.