by Jacob Lambert

As the train came to a shuddering halt, Thomas Little stepped down the steel steps and out into the dry summer air. In the distance, he could see an immense pond, one surround by a forest that seemed to threaten the very integrity of the above crystalline sky. The humidity, along with the multitudes of insects swarming around his sweaty, waxen face, …

My name — is Paris Hilton, and I am a man, which does me no favors in a Southern town. I am not heir to any dynasty, I have never made a sex video that was viewed by anyone of importance, and I am not a goddamned socialite. My parents merely had an unnatural obsession with Homer …

by James Redd

He awoke on Ray Williams’ couch and made himself a tall glass of water and drank it quickly with an open throat. Then he grabbed another mason jar of whiskey and walked to the front porch where Ray sat in whicker chairs with Houston, Lou Godwin’s boy. Houston was drinking from a full bottle but stopped drinking to laugh for a moment …

A pair of short stories by two Arkansas writers in honor of the Travel South Showcase being located there next week.

by Donna Smith Fee

Leo usually shoots me up but this time I am on my own.

Eight flower boxes on a brand new house designed to look old among turn-of-the-century Victorians on Boulevard had to be installed today. Inspired by an historic Queen Anne house in-town that belonged to a favorite daughter of a long-dead UGA law …