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THE KINGS OF GHOST CITY | Fiction by C.W. Blackwell
“Get out here, boy,” said Mama. She was holding the front door open with a drink in her hand, letting all the cool air out. “You’re about to meet your father.” It was the end of August—two weeks before seventh grade—and my first major growth spurt had taken a toll on my old clothes. Holes…
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Strike a Minor Chord
By C.W. Blackwell I was thirteen when I strummed my first guitar chord—a G major—on my father’s 12-string Epiphone acoustic. He’d started over with a new family in Santa Rosa just a few hours north of where I grew up, and I was visiting for summer break when he suggested I learn a few chords.…
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Horror in the Hills
A review of C.W. Blackwell’s Song of the Red Squire By Chris McGinley There’s a renewed interest in folk horror out there! In literature, film, and television, artists are resuscitating the sub-genre . . . or maybe it never left us. Either way, it’s popular again. Like any genre, there will always be debate about…
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Crows in the Barleyfield
Fiction by C.W. Blackwell Adelia hides in the tall barley and watches the old man pace at the edge of the field. He looks lost and unsteady on his feet, sunlight glinting from his thick drugstore eyeglasses. He shouts her name with his hands laced atop his head as if the pose could somehow carry…