The room was silent. This one had gone further into madness than most. He seemed to believe it. Even I, arguably his only admirer other than Nikki, felt an uneasy chill from the pitch and fervor of Thatch’s diatribe. He was sweating and had chalk dust on his shoulders...
The Professor Ambrose M. Thatch that I knew looked to be in his sixties, short and barrel-like, with a thick mop of white hair all trained to one side. That thick shock of hair tried like hell to cover his enormous ears. They were curled and wavy along the edges, like...
John Jensvold is a 2009 Literary Awards Program Finalist. His entry, What About This One?, will appear in three parts this week. Most would say that I was plenty fortunate to attend venerable Christiansen College in southeastern Minnesota. It was a well-respected...
Maggie Parr is a finalist in the 2009 Literary Awards Program. Below is an excerpt from her entry, Faith. ———– Chapter 1 Another bum, another whore, another night in the rotten city of Angels. She sneezed into the foul air. The sound bounced...
Adam Sturtevant is the third place winner in the 2009 SFWP Literary Awards program. We’re excerpting a story from his winning collection, Ease Chest Tuck Hid Debt Art. Our new existence took on a life of its own after that first week. Matthew called and said he...
