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"Steve's Father" by Molly Giles in Corium Magazine

Two inmates have escaped from Angola but Steve’s father tells Steve’s wife not to worry, he keeps 85 loaded weapons right here in the house, so even if the niggers do head for Mobile, they’ll be safe. Read story here. ... Other Corium entries here.

"Things You Won’t Tell Your Therapist" by Colleen Kearney Rich in SmokeLong Quarterly

The reason you can’t remember his face, not clearly, is because you waited too long to turn around and only saw the back of his head and his red backpack as he stepped off the bus. Read story here.

"The Waterdevil" by Kevin Corvus in The Molotov Cocktail

Wrapped around the water pipe in black greasy coils was something like a slug or a tapeworm. It must have been several feet long and was thick like a python but looked softer and squishy. The thing pulsated and writhed to an alien rhythm. Read story here.

"Force Feed" in the novella Animals

He says some things no ten-year-old should say. He calls his stepfather a motherjabber. He says Cleavon’s gonna turn that motherjabber inside out and torch his rotten corpse. From "Force Feed" in the novella Animals in Red Fez.

"Anabel" by Adam Trodd in The Molotov Cocktail

So, I hang the skulls of my murdered kin on forked sticks and I face the twilight. It was my name that was cut into their cheeks and foreheads before they did them all in, so I know those fellas will be back for what they couldn’t get the first time. Read story here.

"Beach Boys" by Michelle Meyers in decomP

Two months later my boots scuttered across a landmine. The Army’s official report said that it was my fault, that I was running away. True, I did not want to kill the Viet Cong. I did not want to kill anybody. But the real truth was that I was already dead. By the time the high tide came in and the waves lapped me up, the fragments of bone, the splatters of flesh, I was a ghost. I was ashes. I was a shadow from a past that no longer existed.

The kind of story that makes one whisper wow. Read it here.

"Scott Weiland's Family: 'Don't Glorify This Tragedy'" in Rolling Stone

Let's choose to make this the first time we don't glorify this tragedy with talk of rock and roll and the demons that, by the way, don't have to come with it. Skip the depressing T-shirt with 1967-2015 on it – use the money to take a kid to a ballgame or out for ice cream.

From an open letter from Weiland's ex-wife, Mary Weiland.

Read piece here.

"Closure" by Sarah Viren in Juked

"They say they’re going to remove part of my tongue," Darlene says and takes off her glasses to clean them with her shirt. She’s sixty too, but looks younger than Wanda on account of the extra padding. She hasn’t had sex in three and a half years. Read story here.

Other entries from Juked here.

"Generation Cry Baby: Why Millennials Are a F**king Joke" by Rachel Foote in The Oxytocin Chronicles

I was a camp counselor this summer, and the next generation is worse than ours. These kids are being raised on so much organic, special snowflake bullshit that they’ll probably have a psychological breakdown the second someone tells them they’re not as perfect as they think they are. And it’s nauseating.

Afuckingmen.

Read piece here.

"Executrix" by Peter Beckstrom in Dogzplot

Now, I can’t touch buckets without having gleeful, murderous urges. Read story here.

See other Dogzplot entries here.