Yes! The March issue of Truckin’ marks the return of yours truly to the writing pals of Truckin’! We’re not nearing completion of my study yet, so I have little to no room to write in except when Lady C is out working and I’m not. So it feels great to be able to contribute anyway, with the little that I can afford. Pauly writes:
The March issue marks the debut of British writer Chris Hall, with an embarrassing incident that happened in New Zealand. Change100 returns with a pumpkin story. Johnny Hughes is back with one of his Texas tales. Plus, we have a treat because everyone’s favorite Norwegian is back with a… ghost story. Oh, and I spun a little something about… well… purple pajamas. Sort of. You’ll see. The scribes write at Truckin’ for free, so please do us huge favor and help spread the word about your favorite stories.
Purple Pajamas by Paul McGuire
"A girl from Texas once told me that grasshoppers were lucky," said Lucien as he balanced his guitar on his leg and leaned into the microphone. "I didn’t believe her. I used to kill ’em whenever I came across ’em."…
Jonny, No H by Sigg3
I needed a cabbie, and I needed it fast ‘fore anyone wrong around me would pay any notice. This is a dog-eat-dog kind of town as soon as the bar closes and all the police of central Oslo has left somewhere else entirely, never there when you need them and especially there when you don’t…
Fire Confession by Chris Hall
The completely rational part of my brain drowned in a sea of paranoia as I frantically flapped my t-shirt underneath the alarm trying to stop it from going off. I couldn’t really see any smoke, but this was an expensive hotel, maybe it had very sensitive fire-alarms that could detect it easily, but my alarm was going off. Ergo, it must be my fault…
Kankakee by Change100
Well, there were a lot of tractors in these parts and for a moment there, I felt like I was in the opening scene of a slasher movie, the naïve girl being lured in by seemingly folksy farmers who then proceed to hack her to pieces and sell off her organs to smugglers…
Those Grifting O’Malleys by Johnny Hughes
I parked the car, and walked over the bridge to Mexico. In a half a block, I bought a whiskey and coke for a nickel. It didn’t take much to get me drunk, being only my fourth of fifth time. I bought this big sombrero, and two fifths of fancy, but cheap champagne. That was a mistake, because I had to carry them everywhere, and if I wore the sombrero, folks would hoorah me…
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I like the Truckin’ backend changes, by the way! You can search for tags and everything. I even found that I had forgot to list one of my own stories!