June Stories Released~! “No Sleep Till Deadtown” and Other Stories

Black Denim Lit #5: No Sleep Till DeadtownJune Stories Released~!











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Jinn

Daniel Moore
Gynoid twins greeted Endo when she stepped onto the main floor. Hard plastic and running lights separated molds of female flesh, colored and textured to look like human skin. One claimed Endo had lost color and had low vitamin. The other noticed a drop in weight, red branches forming in her eyes, and asked if she was ill or pregnant. Read more…

Deficit
Sarah Vernetti
On the way home, we stop at a solar-powered red light. I stare absent-mindedly out my window at the truck next to us. Finally, I realize that the woman in the passenger seat is staring back. My heart starts racing. “Mommy, why are those men riding in the back of that truck?” Iris asks. Read more…

The Line of Fate
Suzanne Burns
With her teeth, Tabitha tore the sutures from the middle finger of her left-hand Ostrich glove. The nubby sections of dyed red leather pulled away from each other like a bad cut. The flesh of her middle finger turned purple as she ran cold water over the exposed flesh. “This is almost like getting a new finger.” Read more …

No Sleep Till Deadtown
Michael Haynes
The smooth pavement of the bridge rolled under her tires. The last smooth ride she’d have. Soon she was in the mist, and the bridge arced downward. The paved road turned to gravel, and her passenger awoke. “I snuffed it, huh?” She didn’t answer, eyes fixed on the road ahead, the narrow, twisting path through the mire. Read more …

Gladys Collins
John Pace
You have no idea what it is like to live on the street. No, not just to be homeless, but to live as a target for others. Others who despise you for no reason beyond your mere existence. Do you hear me? I cannot work. I cannot even squat in a vacant building, no matter how derelict. The others, they never trust me, and in that world, mistrust becomes just cause for violence. Read more …

The Cloud
Elaine Olund
I followed the instructions, trapping my thoughts. It worked long enough for me to start to drift to sleep. But I could hear them scratching around in the box, like beetles. And then I felt them. I felt them crawling on me. I felt them chewing my hair, I said. Taking a deep breath of his own and then a long draw from his water tube, he said, Well, clearly, you’re not a box-keeper. Read more …

Pigs Fry; Pigs Fly
Janet Slike
Her father, oblivious to Hannah’s shame, put three more strips of crunchy, double-smoked bacon on her plate so the serving dish could be replenished with more flesh from the cast-iron skillet. He tugged at his work shirt with greasy fingers, the fat oozing down to give his nails a slick polish. Hannah blamed the medication’s side effects, but she wasn’t quite sure how a beta blocker could make her feel like a cannibal. Read more …

Ripples From The Weather Aggregator
Sean Monaghan
In the line at Heathrow, Jaclyn kept seeing suspicious characters. Any one of these people could be after her. Once she was in the air, it would be all right. Everything would be fine. All she had to do was get off the ground. She wondered if they could touch her once she was through passport control. Did they have people on the other side? Surely not. Read more …

Woot~!

May Stories Released~! Online [The Avatar Self and Other Stories]

Black Denim Lit #4 [May, 2014]May Stories Released~!

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Susan E. Sage
We have a room devoted to the avatars in the monastery. People venture here from all over to see the sacred objects — the dolls — that once carried spirits from one body to another. I suppose my avatar is among them, but since they all look pretty much the same, I’ve never tried to figure out the exact vessel. Read More…
Boomtown Guide For The Perplexed
Michael Reilly
As he and Rose left for Morton’s, he pressed his unruly hair into place with his fingers. The elevator opened, they got on, and they did not talk as they descended. In the dark basement they groped without confidence toward the freight elevator. Charley heard a loud crash and felt Rose’s fingers grab his arm for a second, then she apparently fell. “Oh no!” By her voice, she had started crying. Read More…
Bingo
Lela Marie De La Garza
Earth had introduced bingo to Orulian, and now the craze was planet wide. Huge bingo complexes were everywhere. Orulian was a large, rich planet, and the prizes were treasures beyond dreams. But there were rules. And getting into a game in the first place was costly. Read More…

Alan Bray
The clocks held weights in the shape of pine cones and eggs hung from chains. A feeling of expectation came from behind the little shuttered doors, as if … But the clocks had all been stopped, all at different times.  “Do you restore these?” Sam asked, wondering if clocks that beat and twitched filled another room. The silence was uncomfortable. Read More…

Crucible Invictus

Konstantine Paradias
We flew across the English Channel in fifteen seconds flat, breaking the sound barrier twice over. I could see the air molecules heating up as they ground against my skin. Behind me, I could imagine teeth gritting together. Thirty seconds more, we were crossing over Rouen, the TGV a trail of mercury on the countryside. Read More…

Run

Dave Morehouse
A couple years ago Edna showed me how she could read lips. I promised I wouldn’t tell. “They’ll say more if they don’t know,” she had whispered. “It’s how I hear the voices.” She told me their secrets. They will keep us here forever. Poor Edna … nowadays she doesn’t hear anything. Read More…

Snake Oil Rights

Ken Poyner
I need to get to wherever this place is. I am the new novelty, straight from the complicated cities and now out in the hinterlands. Even people who come in from thirty miles out are seeing progress these days. No matter how badly they want to do it, yokels cannot stay yokels. If they try, their own children abandon them. Read More…

Woot~!

 

If BlackDenimLit had a VIDA count…

Since we are so small, we’re not part of the VIDA count, but we intend to pay attention to this important metric. If you are a woman in the literary arts, please know that we are listening. Here is where we are at as of the “acceptances sent” from 2/21/14 through 5/5/14:

stats

Progress?

  • May 5, 2014: 19.23% cumulative for 2014 Yes~!
  • Apr 9, 2014: 15.79% cumulative for 2014

Call to Action~!

As always, we are calling women for and and at

Tell @t_morrissey to keep going. “Scent of Darkness” hits 500 reads

I just wanted to mention regarding Scent of Darkness. Ted Morrissey has been writing a series of interconnected stories, which he thinks of as “the village stories,” that he plans to tie together in some sort of experimental novel. So far stories that have been published are:

I guess we’re prejudiced, since that last one has been read more than 500 times in the first month of its availability, so we think Ted should keep going.

Author Payments go “Semi-Pro”~! (no more $5 checks)

We’re upgrading author payments from a flat $5.00 to semi-pro rate. Black Denim Lit now offers a semi-pro payment for each piece published online at www.bdlit.com:

  • $0.01 per word
  • U.S. Dollars
  • Payment is through PayPal (you are responsible for currency conversion cost)

If a piece is selected for the twice-annual anthology, the contributor will also receive a free print copy of the edition containing their work. Next print release: Fall, 2014.

Authors have been notified that this is retroactive for acceptances back to March 14, 2014~!

For full submission guidelines please see, http://www.bdlit.com/submissions.html

Don’t forget, as always, we are woefully short on women author submissions.

Keep writing.

 

April Stories Released!~ #Online #EPUB #MOBI #PDF #free @TheShortCourse @StevenCrandell @OscarWindsor

Seven Brand New Stories

Black Denim Lit is a monthly journal of fiction available on the web and on all eReaders for free through BlackDenimLit.com. This month we brings together sixty pages of bold, intriguing new fiction from Oscar Windsor-Smith, Robert Carlton, Steven Crandell, Michael Fontana, Phil Richardson, Chad Greene and Craig Temple.

Black Denim Lit April, 2014

Black Denim Lit
April, 2014

A LESSON FROM THE ROAD Bob Carlton 1050 words. Ben considers his options and prejudices with a young hitchhiker.OUR IMMORTAL SOULS Phil Richardson 3800 words. Amanda and Corwin work out the details of how to comply with the negative population growth policies. “We could fake your death—say you jumped into a volcano. It would be hard but we could do it….”

MAPS AND MIRACLES Michael Fontana 1250 words “The snowman bore two blue stones for eyes, a carrot for a nose, and a crack pipe in what should have been its mouth.”

TAILING THE BLOND SATAN Oscar Windsor-Smith 2600 words. Officer Winston Morgan, a strapping broad-shouldered guy in a white sweatshirt and blue jeans works a coldcase that no one else will touch.

BEST BABY Craig Temple 650 words. A beleaguered mother pursues answers to what makes the best baby.

INTO OPEN HANDS Steven Crandell 2200 words. A widower considers his path, the complexity of societal expectation and precept when there is nothing left.

DRILL & KILL Chad Greene 5700 words. Mr. Black teaches his way through absurd post-9/11 era changes to the staff, faculty and students in his rural school.

 
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