Monday, October 31, 2011

The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology now available




30 powerful stories from around the world to benefit two children's charities: PROTECT: The National Association to Protect Children (www.protect.org) and Children 1st Scotland (www.children1st.uk.org). 



Stories by David Ackley, Kevin Aldrich, David Barber, Lynn Beighley, Seamus Bellamy, Paul D. Brazill, Sif Dal, James Lloyd Davis, Roberto C. Garcia, Susan Gibb, Nancy A. Hansen, K.V. Hardy, Gill Hoffs, Fiona "McDroll" Johnson, J.F. Juzwik, MaryAnne Kolton, Benoit Lelievre, Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw, Vinod Narayan, Paula Pahnke, Ron Earl Phillips, Thomas Pluck, Sam Rasnake, JP Reese, Chad Rohrbacher, Susan Tepper, Luca Veste, Michael Webb, Nicolette Wong and Erin Zulkoski.

It began as a flash fiction challenge when Fiona Johnson and Thomas Pluck donated $5 to PROTECT and £5 to Children 1st for every story at Ron Earl Phillips' Flash Fiction Friday and Fictionaut. Now we have collected the 30 best stories to benefit these two charities.



Join us and make a difference while you read 30 great stories genres by writers from the U.S.A., Poland, Hong Kong, Portugal, India, Scotland, England, Canada, and one told by a Lost Boy of the Sudan to his teacher.


Only $2.99 

Available now for Amazon Kindle (You may also read it on your computer with Amazon Kindle Cloud Reader, or on your phone with the Amazon Kindle App)
Available for Nook, Kobo, Sony e-reader and in PDF, epub, mobi and Viewable Online at Smashwords

If you don't have an e-reader: you can download the Kindle for PC or Kindle for Mac app, the Nook for PC App, Nook for Mac App or view it online at Smashwords, or download it as an Adobe PDF file. You can also read epubs on the Adobe Digital Editions reader for PC and Mac.



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Denny's triple whammy offer!

The latest Denny story, "Junkyard Dog," is in the new issue of Plots With Guns. If you like him, he also appears in Pulp Modern issue one, along with great stories by Lawrence Block, John Kenyon, a Cash Laramie western by Ed Grainger Jr., a disturbing tale by Glenn Gray, seventeen stories in all.

If you purchase Pulp Modern, or have already, send me the email receipt via the Kontact link on the right, and I will send you a PDF file of Denny's first story, "Rain Dog," in PDF format for free. That way you can read all three.



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Friday, October 28, 2011

Denny returns in Plots with Guns

If you've read my stories about Denny the Dent such as "Rain Dog" in Crimespree Mag issue 43, and "Legacy of Brutality" in Pulp Modern #1 (links at the right) you know he doesn't need a gun to get the job done. He's 350 pounds of muscle and rage against those who hurt the weak.

In his latest rampage, he's a junkman working with a new partner who finds a little pit bull ... that dogfighters have other plans for. Denny's pit fighting past crosses with the ugly world of modern dogfighting, and you know it won't end well... for the bad guys.

PLOTS WITH GUNS is in my opinion the best designed crime fiction site on the web, and this issue has stories by Matt C. Funk my Louisiana transplant homeboy, Patti Abbott the mama tiger of noir, and seven other hard-hitting tales that readers of PWG know to expect...




© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Chuck Wendig slays the Duke of Doubt

Kung Fu Master Pen Monkey Chuck Wendig likes issuing flash fiction challenges. A while back he asked for a three sentence story, and I condensed a revenge tale of mine called "Two to Tango" into three brutal lines for him. He liked it so much he sent me a copy of his e-book 250 Things You Should Know About Writing, a compendium of his hilarious and incredibly helpful advice for writers. Go get it now, really. Okay, if Lawrence Block is reading this, he doesn't have to listen. Or Neil Gaiman, he's exempt. But the rest of you, including Philip Roth, should pick up a copy (it's okay, Phil, it's not a novel) and enjoy the hot knowledge injection to your pineal gland.

But I forgot that Chuck also said he'd send me a postcard, and it arrived last night. And let me tell you, it made my night. And my day. And my next night, and my next day. It's like cocaine. Only better.

See, as a writer, I am plagued with Doubt. The Duke of Doubt from the '80s Burger King commercials, he hovers over my shoulder and tells me things like, "just because readers like your stories doesn't mean you can tackle a big ol' novel. So what if you're 42,000 words in and closing fast on the brutal climax (ed. a great name for a rock band -Dave Barry) and you've finally gotten to the really fun parts where all three storylines converge and you realize, childhood, prison and a revenge spree have a disturbing amount in common? You should stop writing it, and go write a story, because that's EASY. You know you can write one of those."

And that's when Chuck Wendig's postcard flew out of my mailbox and severed the Duke of Doubt's pharynx like a pen monkey shuriken laced with special sauce. Repeat after me:

I am the Commander of these words.
I am the King of this story.
I am the God of this place.
I am a Writer, and I will Finish the Shit that I Started.


It was like that kung fu flick Circle of Iron where the dude fights for this secret book that shows the secrets of mastering his art, and he opens it, and there's a mirror. He also wrote some cute 'n cuddly stuff on the other side that you will not be privy to. Let's just say we're both married men with wild thatchy beards and do a web search on "hot bear man love," and you'll figure it out. And because there's nothing wrong with that, I am very proud to be Chuck's special bear buddy.
(This is how I check to see who reads the whole blog post).

But seriously folks, to name my favorite Joe Walsh album, Chuck gave me the boost I needed. And he has a couple books coming out soon that will kick your ass. One's called Double Dead and is about a vampire- not one of them pussy vampires either- vs. a horde of zombies. But even better, he has an e-book series about a bullied high school girl named Atlanta Burns who racks the slide and serves up an Elvis-size portion of SHOTGUN GRAVY. I got my copy, now go get yours. His kind words about my writing would only mean so much if he weren't a mad-killer wordslinger himself. Quit denying yourself the pleasure like a tantric sex weirdo, and go get some.



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Monday, October 24, 2011

The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology

The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
When I asked Fiona "McDroll" Johnson to take the guest spot at Ron Earl Phillips' Flash Fiction Friday, I had no idea the response she'd get. She gave us a meaningful challenge, to write about neglected, abused or otherwise "lost" children. Together we decided to donate $5 to PROTECT and £5 to Children 1st for every story submitted, and we told everyone we knew. We ended up getting 44 entries, and raising $600 for the charities, plus the donations from individual writers such as MaryAnne Kolton.
We received entries from all over the globe and from writers from the FFF community, Fictionaut, Facebook and Twitter, and from the ever-supportive online crime fiction community. We decided that more could be done. We chose 30 of the stories to include in The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology, all proceeds of which will be split between PROTECT and Children 1st. The e-book will be offered for $2.99 on Kindle, Smashwords and Barnes & Noble. After the vendor takes their cut, that's $1 for each of the charities for every purchase.

If you don't have an e-reader, it will be available in PDF format from Smashwords and Goodreads, or you can download the Kindle for PC app, or the Nook for PC app. It's all for a cause, so there's no need to buy a e-reader if you want to support two institutions that are on the front lines in the war against the exploitation, abuse, and neglect of children.

I will put the sale links here on the blog on NOVEMBER FIRST when it is released, but to follow updates and read short bios contributing writers, please visit the blog for THE LOST CHILDREN: A CHARITY ANTHOLOGY.


© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sugar Shane Mosley tells it like it is



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Calling Occupants...

I was listening to Sirius satellite radio, The Boneyard, this afternoon for a little heavy metal nostalgia. It's a good station usually, where I can hear AC/DC, Judas Priest, Thin Lizzy and other hard rock bands I grew up on. Comedian Jim Norton drops in as DJ sometimes, and his tastes lean to Black Sabbath like mine. He wasn't DJ today, I don't know who it was, but whoever it was, was a fucking stooge, and not the good Iggy kind. In a break after Def Leppard's "Wasted," he says this:

"You know those Occupy Wall Street douchebags? Well one of them climbed up a tower or a pole, and says he's not coming down until Bloomberg quits. And get this, he's from Canada."

Now, I know the Occupy Wall St. protesters are hippies, and as a metalhead in high school we sneered at the hippies and mocked their gentle nature. However, metal has always been a music of rebellion against society,  and the early pioneers like Sabbath were in fact hippies. "Children of the Grave" is anti-nuke, their first album is practically a fantasy novel written on weed. If anything, metalheads, punks, and hippies could agree on flipping the bird to The Man, getting stoned, and hating the cops. Now some metal DJ is supporting the fucking mayor over some dude bad-ass enough to climb a tower. What the fuck?


And he spouts this brownshirt drivel as a lead-in to "Dedication" by Thin Lizzy, which actually, is a socially minded song that says "this is dedicated to the millions who are starving," and "the millions dying on the front line."

He went on to call the protestors losers, or something. It actually sounded like the poor slob was reading from a script, and after reading a totalitarian satire like The Curfew it made me wonder if our corporate overlords were forcing their talking heads to attack this movement. Maybe they're afraid. If you've watched any TV coverage, well-coiffed anchorbots do no reporting, but instead pick fights and mock them. "You don't know what you're protesting!"

I give SNL credit for goofing on Bloomberg instead. In a few weeks we'll get tired of hearing about the protesters, and NYC will be locked down tighter than a city getting a visit from the G20 summit. There's a reason they don't hold them in America anymore, we don't like driving into our cities and seeing martial law in action. I accidentally drove through Pittsburgh during G20 with my Marine buddy Johnny, and he said the checkpoints reminded him of Iraq... except they didn't light up our car with the SAW. It took 3 hours to make a U turn out of town. We have made so many bylaws to violate the 1st Amendment right to assembly, from "free speech zones" three blocks from nowhere to needing permits, that anyone who purports to care about what the Founders wanted should be shitting themselves in an apoplectic rage about now.

The protesters should be glad that Bloomberg is generally humanitarian, if Giuliani were mayor they'd be in the holds of ships offshore getting pissed on by their keepers.

Writers who support accountability for Wall Street should head to Occupy Writers.


© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Live Wire


This is the unofficial theme song of Jay Corso, whose novel I am currently writing. He appears in a short story called "Gumbo Weather," which will appear in the Winter 2011 issue of Needle Magazine. By then I plan to have the first draft of the novel finished. "Problem Child" also fits him quite well, but this song builds up slowly to explosive rampage for the final third, and that's how the novel is structured. I've been told a few times with recent stories that I have a talent for building tension and sustaining it, and that's the plan with Jay's story. He is out of prison and is torn between "living well" (the best revenge, some say) and serving the dish cold to those who've done him wrong. Jay is my favorite kind of character, who tries to do the right thing, and not just for himself, but never foresees the consequences of his rash actions, and leaves a trail of destruction in his wake.
He'll be tackling my favorite targets: corrupt policemen, entitled power brokers, and bullies who were all "fucked up in their turn," as Philip Larkin's famous poem goes. No one is innocent and no one thinks they're the bad guy.



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Review: The Outlaw Album: Stories


The Outlaw Album: Stories
The Outlaw Album: Stories by Daniel Woodrell

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



Daniel Woodrell has been called a regional writer. That's what we call writers who don't write about suburban Connecticut. It's insulting and dismissive, and I'd burn John Cheever's stories for light to read this collection by.
He writes with the artistic efficiency of poetry without artifice, and knows exactly where to begin and end a tale. The rage of class, the inequality that dare not speak its name, begins and ends this collection, perfect bookends for 12 tales of people who've lost something, and try to find what it was, how to get it back, or just how it was stolen from them.
I could have read this in an evening, but chose to savor them. They bring you to a place in the mind. I've never been to the Ozarks, and I may never visit outside of a national park, having read these tales, but I felt like I drove through, stopped for a slice of pie and chatted up a lifelong local who told me the tales of the town that form its mythology, giving me a sliver of understanding the strong bonds of family and place that define its people.
An excellent collection by a master of the short story.




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Monday, October 17, 2011

They must've played the record backwards...

My story "Not With a Bang, But a Squeaker," originally written for the Fictionaughties writing prompt "Apocalypse," is in 69 Flavors of Paranoia Menu #14. Thanks to Erin Z. for the prompt and inspiring me to write this one.

If you ever wondered what four metalheads circa 1987 would do if they summoned the horned one himself while listening to Metallica's classic Kill 'em All, this story is for you. And if that never crossed your mind, I hope you'll laugh anyway, because there's something for everybody. Even an in-joke for people from Bangladesh.



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Beat to a Pulp: Hardboiled


I have a story appearing in BEAT TO A PULP's first e-book anthology, fittingly titled Beat to a Pulp: HardBoiled. Drop by David Cranmer's blog to see the gritty pulpy cover and the line-up. A great group of writers, as you'd expect from BTAP, that I'm proud to be a part of.

It will be available November 2nd.

On another note, this is my first blog post from my new laptop, a 13" Macbook Air. I saw Josh Stallings using one, and he's my hero, so I had to get one. This is my first Macintosh. Yes, I'm old enough to remember when the first Mac came out. I'm looking for a screen theme to make it look and sound like an Apple IIe...



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Friday, October 14, 2011

Don't Change



One of my favorite songs of all time. The original 80s video. I listen to this on loop while writing occasionally. I'll post a series of the songs I'm obsessed with, the ones I'll loop when writing or driving when I want ideas to come. This is one of the biggies, and seeing it in concert, even with the new singer, was a great experience.

I'm standing here on the ground
The sky above won't fall down
See no evil in all direction
Resolution of happiness
Things have been dark
For too long

Don't change for you
Don't change a thing for me

I found a love I had lost
It was gone for too long
Hear no evil in all directions
Execution of bitterness
Message received loud and clear

Don't change for you
Don't change a thing for me

I'm standing here on the ground
The sky above won't fall down
See no evil in all directions
Resolution of happiness
Things have been dark for too long

Don't change for you
Don't change a thing for me



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Smoke by Nigel Bird


I've enjoyed Nigel Bird's short fiction for years. He imbues his characters with such a vital and fragile humanity that you feel as if you're watching a nature documentary about a doomed species who cannot change their ways. His novella Smoke is no exception. We follow two sad victims of the local thugs pushed so far they seek revenge at whatever cost. Carlo, the wheelchair bound chip shop owner, and Jimmy, a bully's target carrying scars inside and out. Like two trains on the same track, they thunder toward destiny as the thugs hold a dogfight rumble in town and money pours in. Full of colorful grotesques like Eddie the ice cream truck man and Jimmy's washed up criminal father trying to restore an old Capri as if it will repair his own soul, Smoke takes you into the cruel landscape of urban decay where the cost of living might be the ability to live with one's self.

Highly recommended.


*due diligence. Nigel is a friend of mine and has interview me on his blog Sea Minor.

© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Review: Gun


Gun
Gun by Ray Banks

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



I called this one a "master class in the amplification of tension." A kid gets out of juvie and takes a job that seems simple, and everything keeps getting worse and worse. And one scene flows from the next, like destiny. A brilliant fast read. I had to take a piss during the last ten pages and cross my legs instead of putting it down. That's what we call "compelling writing."




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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

putting the laughter in slaughter...

Friends have started a humor blog called The Laughter Shack, andyou can tell when the editors are B.J. Titzengolf and JoAnne Kallott, they're funny fellers. Smart fellers, not fart smellers.


They want funny, well-written submissions of 500 words or less and they are on Twitter as @LaughterShack.


© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Monday, October 10, 2011

Review: Pulp Modern Autumn 2011


Pulp Modern Autumn 2011
Pulp Modern Autumn 2011 by Alec Cizak

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



I got a dog in this fight but hear what I gotta say...

This is a crosscut of some of the best new pulp today, in the new golden age of short genre fiction. Beginning with a cold lesson in hardboiled from grandmaster Lawrence Block, this journey through darkest crime, thrilling adventure, bizarre and whimsical fantasies and science fiction, and gritty, gripping westerns collects a wild variety of tales that define the new era of pulp.

Glenn Gray will make you squirm and laugh out loud; Copper Smith has something for the film buffs; Yarrow Paisley will disturb you with the incredible edible egg. Two cold as hell crime tales by John Kenyon and David James Keaton. Garnett Elliott gives us a samurai noir mystery from the Edo Period of Japan. James Duncan and Stephen Rogers remind us not to count out the old folks when it comes to crime and noir.

I recently called Edward Grainger's Cash Laramie tales the new frontier of Western pulp, and he proves it again with "The Wicked," the finisher for this excellent collection, just one of a pack of excellent westerns with Jimmy Callaway telling the tale of the OK Corral from the other side, Matt Pizzolato giving us a bad man's mea culpa, Sandra Seamans telling a true frontier noir tale with a schoolmarm, a mountain man, a sheriff and a whore dealing with a grizzly on the prowl. And Melissa Embry gives us a rodeo tale with an Indian and an Indian that you won't soon forget.

C.J. Edwards gives us a chilling space opera that Firefly fans will love; Chris La Tray gives us a pulp adventure set in Anasazi territory that would have improved the last Indiana Jones film, and that is not to damn with faint praise.

Every story was memorable and I'm proud to be a part of this collection. My own story is a personal favorite starring Denny the Dent, a hulking giant who seems simple but knows right from wrong... and has a brutal talent for setting things right in his own twisted way. If you liked Denny in Crimespree #43, make sure you read his origin story here.



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Review: Adventures of Cash Laramie and Gideon Miles, Vol. II


Adventures of Cash Laramie and Gideon Miles, Vol. II
Adventures of Cash Laramie and Gideon Miles, Vol. II by Edward A. Grainger

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



I was never much into westerns in print until Cash Laramie came along, and the second volume may even exceed the first. Opening with the novella that tells us how Cash got the arrowhead around his neck and the name that strikes fear into owlhoots and men of misguided moral compass alike, this collection takes Cash and Gideon Miles on harrowing adventures requiring both a fast gun hand and a depth of character to survive. It's this second quality that shines in this collection, as we see Cash as both an honorable and a hot-tempered youth, in situations where his reactions end up defining him as a man. Gideon Miles only gets one solo tale, but it's also one that explores the ambiguities of his role as a lawman, and as a black man during Reconstruction. But don't worry, he also needs his wits and sharpshooter eyes to make it through his tale alive.
Edward A. Grainger manages to write exciting tales with a strong moral focus, where the grit coats things in ever-spreading shades of gray. There are no easy choices or simple heroes and villains, just the living and the dead, with two men trying to seed justice in a wild and barren landscape where greed and power seem the only weeds able to find any purchase.
In short, saddle up, partner, and come along for a ride along the trail westerns such as The Proposition and Unforgiven blazed, and let Cash and Miles take you deeper into the frontier of new western pulp.



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Saturday, October 8, 2011

My Voyage to Italy

I just got back from a short vacation in Italy. The Firecracker and I were visiting friends in Napoli, home of the Camorra crime syndicate and the world's greatest pizza. We took day trips to Pompeii, Rome and Capri and tried to smuggle home a water buffalo so we could make our own mozzarella di bufala, but customs wouldn't allow it. We stayed in the suburb of Pozzuoli, where Sophia Loren was born and where St. Paul first arrived in Italy. I haven't read or seen Gomorrah yet, but we were not robbed, molested or frightened. It's a nice town with a lot of character and I suggest you visit.

The Blue Grotto, Capri

Vesuvius from Pompei

The prostitutes in Pompei had picture menus.
 Pompei is enormous and daunting and impossible to capture the scale of from the ground. It was amazing, and walking there all day whet the appetite for...
Pizza at Cipster in Pozzuoli.
 Local pizza joint in Pozzuoli run by a guy named Mario, they make a great pizza. I liked the one at Acqua e Farina as well.
Movie poster - a comedy about the "Malavita" or mob life

 Napoli has a reputation of being a rough criminal hell hole but we ran into no trouble. Cars get broken into a lot and the Camorra crime syndicate skims everywhere with a street tax, but you get that in Chicago too. Pozzuoli is where Sophia Loren was born. It has a sulphur smell from a vent of Vesuvius nearby but it was a charming tough locale that I enjoyed... but I didn't have to drive!
 Random Capri photo. This guy is in a film by Michelangelo Antonioni, he just doesn't know it yet.
The Green Grotto, Capri

The Love Hole, Capri

Looking down on the peons from Capri


 The Coliseum is amazing and enormous, even when crammed with tourists. We rebuild stadiums every 15 years. This one is 2000 years old and show me a bad seat.


One of the Four Fountains of Rome

The extent of the ruins in the Roman Forums

Detail of the Trevi Fountain. 
 The Trevi fountain at night is a madhouse. We dined at a lovely restaurant called That's Amore, and despite the name, Italians eat there and the food is excellent. The best mozzarella di bufala of the trip, and I had an excellent linguini with tuna, capers, tomatoes. The pizza in Rome sucks compared to Napoli.

 The Pantheon was retooled by the Catholic church and they hold mass there. One day Athena will strike down the interlopers and Pluto will swallow them in the Underworld.
 The Fabricius bridge was built in A.D. 62 and still stands over the revolting green waters of the Tiber.
Trajan had a little winky.

An attempt at capturing the extent of Pompei

A white dog in Pompei. They are wild but friendly. I let one sniff my hand, pet his bony back and he licked my hand, for the salt I am sure. They look hungry. They manage to funnel thousands of tourists through here and protect things just enough. It is more important to let the world see the past than to protect it. Compared to American sacred sites they do a much better job of making you feel welcome instead of an escaped prisoner.

Italy was fine to travel to. The trains ran on time from Rome. In Pozzuoli, they were like New York in the '70s, without Snake Plissken to save you. Okay, not that bad, but very old, slow, noisy. The airport was excellent in both Rome and Napoli and takes a big dump on Charles de Gaulle in Paris, where we nearly missed our flight due to their disorder. When the Italians are more organized than you, you have a problem, France. How do you tell when a French airport worker is on strike? They aren't smoking. The French people are very friendly and helpful, however. My short visit to Paris years ago was delightful, and a smile and a little bon jour (or bon giorno in Italy) gets you a long way.

I can't wait to go back. I want to visit the north, Venice, and the south, Calabria and Bari where my family came from. But if I don't, Napoli is close enough. I've been to my grandfather's house in Bray, Ireland. In Italy I would just look at the little town of Acri and wonder where they might have lived.


© 2011 Thomas Pluck

CONSUME


Just put on the damn glasses!

© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Thursday, October 6, 2011

R.I.P.

The man on the right is Steve Jobs, working with Steve Wozniak on the Apple ][e personal computer. My first home PC was an Atari 800XL, but my first experiences were with IIe's at the middle school computer lab, and DEC DOS terminals. I still like a monochrome black screen with green text. Amber is okay too.

I disagreed with a lot of Apple's business practices in the last decade, but you cannot overestimate the effect these two men had. Steve Jobs then went on to to revolutionize music with the iPod, and slap smart phones out of the business world and into normal life with the iPhone. The product he built that I wanted most? Toss up between the NeXT Cube computer and the Apple //c, though I will admit that the early Macs were kind of cool.

I've never owned an Apple product. (I bought my wife an iPod). I appreciated their design and vision, I've even considered a MacBook Air for writing, but I'm too much of a tinkerer, more of a Woz than a Jobs. He was a visionary who died too young. A dyslexic who dropped out of school because he couldn't afford tuition, found like minds and pushed his dreams to incredible success.

Perhaps in the end Apple because more like IBM in the '80s than the hammer thrower from their famous commercial, but you cannot deny that he was the last of the techno hippies who used technological advances to further individuality over mass control of humanity. The company led may have strayed from that ideal in the end, but he changed the world, for the better.




© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Off the Record!



Crime-writin' pal Luca Veste gave an update on his OFF THE RECORD anthology, stories inspired by classic rock songs. I'm doing Freebird. Play some Skynyrd, man! Check it out at:

GUILTY CONSCIENCE


© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Legacy of Brutality



I'm not real smart, but I listen good.
I learned early, you don't talk much, people ignore you. When you're big like me, they call you a big dumb ox and stay out of your way.
"That boy dumb as dirt and twice as ugly."
"Look like someone try knock his brains out with the ugly stick."
Growing up, I heard it all. Momma told me not to get in no more fights, or I'd get kicked out of school. Didn't matter anyway. I never finished, but not for getting in fights. Without Momma, the state took me in. So I fought back, until they left me alone with the weight pile.
I still hit the gym every day. It keeps me out of trouble. When I was a kid it got me in trouble, but now it keeps me out of trouble. Funny how that is.
The girls don't want nothing to do with me. I don't blame them. I got a lot of scars. I hear 'em sometimes, "That boy look like a rape machine."
I never hit no woman. Anyone says I did, they can answer to my own two hands.


If you'd like to read more, pick up Pulp Modern #1 at Createspace and Amazon.

"Legacy of Brutality" continues the story of Denny "the Dent" Forrest from my story Rain Dog in Crimespree no.43, so if you enjoyed that short story, this one's quite a bit longer and gets Denny in a lot more trouble...



© 2011 Thomas Pluck

Monday, October 3, 2011

Bullets and Beginnings



While I was on vacation, I received the First place Bullet Award from Geoff Eighinger for my story "Black-Eyed Susan," which appeared in Powder Burn Flash. It was picked as the best crime story online in September 2011, and I'm honored to be chosen. CHECK IT OUT and read my story and the second and third place winners, both excellent stories- "Road Kill" by William Dylan Powell and "Moving Day" by Laurie Powers.

Also while I was away, Patti Nase Abbott posted "How I Came to Write This Story," a piece I wrote about my story "A Glutton for Punishment" which appears in Beat to a Pulp. Thanks to Patti for letting me jaw about a tale that means a lot to me, on her fine blog.


© 2011 Thomas Pluck

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