The latest issue of Truckin’ is also the 5 years anniversary of this community project. It’s been pretty fun so far, and with Truckin’ on my mind I’ve often pushed myself to write more stuff in English (not just blog entries) than I probably would have.
Pauly writes:
I’m blown away to think that this little corner of the internet has been around for five years! We’ve come a long way since my original vision of sharing travel stories with friends. Since then we’ve published over fifty writers from all over the world. There were moments when I wanted to quit, but thanks to the encouragement of some special people, I kept it going. And now, we get to celebrate Truckin’s 5th birthday. Thanks to everyone involved in the last five years and especially the last twelve months. Super thanks goes out to Maudie for the site re-design and to Jessica for her thankless work as assitant editor. And thanks to all the writers who wrote for free. Thanks for sharing your bloodwork.
My story this time is a black meditational monologue.
Donuts with Baby & Winky by Paul McGuire
Baby sat on the edge of the coffee table and poured out an ashtray that overflowed with butts. She picked out three or four and lit one up. She took three drags and put it out before she lit up another used one. Then another…
Three Men Leaving by Brad "Otis" Willis
he cash register hummed underneath the buzz of the overhead fluorescents. Together, the noises almost masked the sounds of the crickets. Their little love song sang through the open door and it was getting on Little Liza’s nerves…
Desperados by Joe Speaker
The start time was pragmatic. We didn’t want to be traversing the Mexican desert in mid-day, especially in our unreliable cars. This way, we’d arrive shortly after dawn, being treated to a spectacular sunrise the last hundred miles or so. There are always trade-offs, though, and our schedule dictated we’d drive through the border town of Mexicali in the dead of night…
Five Dollars for the Colonel by Dr. Tim Lavalli
Across the alley are these two trailers, the back one is Annie’s and she’ll give you head for twenty bucks, only the Colonel don’t like her doing that, so you give him $5 and he goes to get his bottle of muscatel but he doesn’t like the folks at Abe’s Liquor so he goes down the street to the Chinaman’s and then you go to see Annie while he is getting his wine…
Leaving the City by Sigg3
All of this mud, all of this poison pumping from my pitch black heart, through my veins and out the razor sharp tip of the pen is nothing but unclean blood for you to leech on. As I see the city disappear, minute-by-minute, I become much more a man…
Rose by Doog
Rose’s heart pounded with anticipation, a strange mix of exhilaration and fear of the unknown coursing through her veins. Keeper opened the door and stepped through into the world outside…
Las Vegas Car Battery by Dingo
I suppose because of my accent I seem to attract a weird and wide selection of sheilas and broads. I am quite okay looking, or so people tell me, so picking up sheilas has never been a problem. Mine all just seem to be total whack jobs…