Category: Fiction

Fiction

Juan Cruz: A Morning in Soda City

Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in Bogotá, Colombia. I have been living in Columbia, South Carolina, since 2010. I currently work at the University of South Carolina, where I am completing a PhD in Comparative Literature. I prefer not...
Fiction

James Vachowski: The Wal-Mart Diaries (Fiction)

Southern Legitimacy Statement: Carpetbagger by birth, South Carolinian by the grace of marriage. White-collar professional with lofty career aspirations of the traveling carnival circuit, ideally a leadership role with the midway sales division. Southern is as Southern does. The Wal-Mart...
Fiction

Richard Horton: Suppose (Fiction)

Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born and grew up in Rural Texarkana, TX. There were cows, pigs, hound dogs, an old swimmin’ hole and a little church in the wildwoods. There was a shabby “mansion” in town; at least it...
Fiction

Claire Fullerton: Shake (Fiction)

Claire Fullerton hails from Memphis and has the accent to prove it. She loves Al Green, Big Star, Dixie Carter, and is the biggest fan of Beale Street’s radio station, WEGR Rock-103, and its infamous DJ, Kelly Cruise. Shake The...
The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature
Fiction

Brittny Meredith: The Ladies of Lazarus

Southern Legitimacy Statement:  Twenty miles north of the New Madrid Faultline surrounded by cotton fields– or land that used to be cotton fields but is now filled with manufactured homes, sits the town of Sikeston, Missouri–or, if you are over...
The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature
Fiction

Matt Starr: Carthage (fiction)

Southern Legitimacy Statement: They say write what you know, so I write about the South. I’m a product of North Carolina; the son of a mill worker; a small town specialist; a disciple of McCarthy and Faulkner; a kid from...
Fiction

Aryan Bollinger: Folks Below (fiction)

Southern Legitimacy Statement: I was born in the foothills of North Carolina, and Lord willing, that’s where I’ll be buried. Grampa Grover had a chestnut tree on one of those hills, each tasty morsel encased in an urchin-like shell. I was...