Truckin' magazine August 2007, Vol. 6, Issue 8

Another month gone, another month before the summer’s over, another month to drink, think, create and procreate, and another Truckin’ issue for ya’ll to read. As always, I suggest you ignore your work for an hour – it’s not important anyway – get yourself a Subway sandwhich with plenty of mustard and go ahead and read.
Pauly writes:

Welcome to the August issue Truckin’, which features veterans such as May B. Yesno, Susan B. Bentley, Change100 and everyone’s favorite Norwegian writer… Sigge S. Amdal. I also penned a short story about a bad job that I held when I first moved to Seattle.
I ask that if you like these stories, then please do me and the rest of the writers a huge favor: Tell your friends about your favorite stories. It takes a few seconds to pass along Truckin’. I certainly appreciate your support. Feel free to shoot me an e-mail if you know anyone who is interested in being added to the mailing list.

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Pyramid by
I quickly discovered that Seattle was a bastion for the super weird. You needed to have layered eccentricies in order to stick out among the masses of freaks. Goth-dykes with foot fetishes might freak people out in conservative cities and small towns, but in Seattle, that puts you in the core group of "normal people."…

Cross-word by Sigg3
Her hair was in explosive disarray across the pillow like the blood spurt pattern from a shotgun blast. It was slightly blond, streaked with brown and very beautiful. It looked like the crossroad of infinite options where only a handful suggested returning to the bed. She was fast asleep…

Meeting Mama McGrupp by
I had yet to meet Mama McGrupp. Pauly assured me it was for a good reason. All I knew about this woman was that she was five feet tall, chain-smoked, had a wicked New York accent, was overly fond of Amaretto, and never had anything nice to say about anyone…

Kansas Clouds by Susan B. Bentley
Click. I got a photo of Kat just before she gave me the finger. Lying back down, I moved the lens across the sky, trying to capture a cloud on its journey. I sat up and took a picture of the track ahead. Nothing but mud and dust, bordered by fields of corn slowly moving in the breeze, nothing but empty for miles ahead…

Summer Story by May B. Yesno
Friends are a difficult thing. As a matter of fact they are almost impossible. Difficult to find for the first thing and just as difficult to keep – especially in a mobile society…

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