“Memphis” by Robert R. Moss
Parnham tells me to come downtown. I stop to get cigarettes. On the shelf behind the cashier are brown paper bags of nuts. I buy one, then continue on to Central and park my car across from the courthouse. . . .
Parnham tells me to come downtown. I stop to get cigarettes. On the shelf behind the cashier are brown paper bags of nuts. I buy one, then continue on to Central and park my car across from the courthouse. . . .
There’s nowhere more unsafe than the back of an ambulance. . .
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He wasn’t sure of the name—Michelle, Danielle, one of those. They’d only meet eight hours earlier . . .
Game World author C.J. Farley discusses his experience at the African American Children’s Book Fair, and how one interaction caused him to consider why he writes.
Read Fair Play author Cyd Zeigler’s piece, originally posted at Outsports.
You will probably bleed out in the next ten minutes. The totality of every bad decision that brought you here has become a laser, cauterizing the hole in your chest. You can tell that nothing inside you will work properly anymore. You’re just an engine now, pumping fluid through a ruptured hose . . .
After Dad went to prison for running over a six-year-old girl while driving home from the Sandbar, I had to make money fast so Mom could feed her prescription pill habit—as well as my younger brother—and pay the rent . . .