Featured Fiction Writer: John Dermot Woods
Of all the things I’ve aspired to in terms of an audience’s reception to my own writing, I have...
Read MorePosted by Jamie Iredell | Jan 25, 2013 | Interviews
Of all the things I’ve aspired to in terms of an audience’s reception to my own writing, I have...
Read MorePosted by John Dermot Woods | Jan 25, 2013 | Flash Fiction
A few years before our time in this neighborhood, a woman lived in our very house and opened a daycare on the bottom two floors. Before she even opened for business, word spread that she had left New Jersey for Baltimore because...
Read MorePosted by John Dermot Woods | Jan 25, 2013 | Flash Fiction
A nephew of my barber who had recently driven to Atlantic City told him that as he drove into town—while looking in the darkened windows of the pawn shops and motels on the city’s ground level—he decided that rather than stay at...
Read MorePosted by John Dermot Woods | Jan 25, 2013 | Flash Fiction
Baltimore’s greatest public servant, a former city councilman, was found dead in the woods of southern New Jersey, having fallen down a steep hill. He was killed either by the traumatic impact of his fall or from blood loss as...
Read MorePosted by John Dermot Woods | Jan 25, 2013 | Flash Fiction
The manager of a tax preparation business (a storefront operation) worried every day that he’d...
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