Comic Books – They Never Were for Kids

Growing up in the late 1960’s and 70’s, superhero comic books were a big part of my life. It was a weekly pleasure to pick up my preferred titles: Batman, Spiderman, the Fantastic Four and my personal favorite, Captain...

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Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage is an event held in many towns in the Deep South to celebrate the antebellum period of cavalier manners, graceful elegance, and spacious homes. It is a time for the owners of these homes to show them to...

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Why Monsters Matter

Photo by Max Kleinen from Unspalsh Unfortunately, there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and...

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Earl Hutchins

by Ron Parlato My name is Earl Hutchins and I own the Hutchins Run B&B in Linings, South Carolina. It’s about as much of a bed and breakfast as Hadley’s Rest, a sorry piece of lumber that’s only good...

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Deep Hole

Everyone knew it as the Deep Hole. It was a spot on the edge of a sandbar in the St. Francis River that had washed out over time. The water was still and deep. The bottom was soft and...

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Violent Vickie Attacks the “CIRCLE SQUARE”

Continuing our tradition of supporting Independent music artists, SGC is proud to support Violent Vickie’s latest track. Over the past several years, SGC has made a commitment to independent artists. The number of outstanding performers that exist outside the...

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Natchitoches

by Ron Parlato My name is Elizabeth Bolen and I own the Owens Mill B&B in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My guests come here for the Christmas Festival of Lights, an event a lot like Mardi Gras, with krewes, floats, and...

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Eudora

by Mark Poe The emotions swirled in his head, as the tires thumped on Highway 18 leading Tommy home again. It was the same path he had driven many times, but never before for this purpose. His grandfather had...

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The Dark and Light of Tennessee Williams

Long before I arrived in Columbus, MS, over 10 years ago, I had heard of Tennessee Williams. The Glass Menagerie was one of the plays I read in freshman Literature class in college. I enjoyed the play and my...

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Dolls

by Ron Parlato Amanda Leigh, like most little girls, liked playing with Barbie dolls.  She liked to dress them, comb their hair, and strut them around in their high heels. “Barbie sends the wrong message”, said a feminist critic....

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Ol’ Man Ray

by Mark Poe The first time I saw the old man he was sitting in a ragged armchair on a drooping front porch that matched his persona. Weather-beaten and worn down by time, the boards of the floor and...

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Submissions Are Now Open!

Have you missed reading exciting, well-written stories with a Southern Gothic theme? Looking to enjoy some stimulating artwork, photos, and videos? Well, hopefully your wait will soon be over! After numerous requests from loyal readers and our talented contributors,...

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The “Green House Near Loveville” Is An Exciting Read

  William Crute draws upon a background ranging from the FBI to the Special Forces, from classroom English teacher to artist and gallery owner. His new novel, Rainbow Isle, joins three previous novels — Morgan Makes Money, The Greenhouse...

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“Welcome to the Circus”

We invite you to enjoy the photography of Addie Talley.

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The Artwork of Joe McGown

  A Dream Within a Dream - Edgar Allen Poe Joe MacGown creates a world that balances the real with the fantastical.  His artwork streams a new consciousness that is neither locked into the surrealism of Salvador Dali nor...

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Seven Deadly Sins

Anger, envy gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, and vanity – How we love you all! How we love the sweet taste of vengeance inside your soft soul reign! Each one gives a reason for the reasons that we love –...

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Bulltrogg’s Parade

By Joseph B. St. John I sat alone waiting for the fright of night to begin, alone like always in the summer’s warm charm. I stared over the concrete barricades of my fortress.  Putting my wildness aside for a...

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“Twisted Fairy Tales”

Enjoy Addie Talley’s artistic photography.

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Lawn Chair

by Mark Poe I have a lawn chair named Matthew. Matthew is as much a part of my family as the rest of this farm. Just as every pecan tree or chicken coop or storage shed that sits on...

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“The Pharm” – Part Two

by Mark Poe The next morning, the addiction tree had grown to almost six feet tall and the buds were already beginning to show signs of opening. I took the chainsaw and broke the morning silence with the grinding...

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“Ol Hez” – Part One

by Mark Poe His name was Hezekiah Adams. Ol’ Hez. That was the moniker he would answer to. He was a hard man. A man of the woods and river. Some had referred to him once as a river...

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“The Cypress Altar”

by Mark Poe The cold air of the pre-dawn November morning burned the throat as the hum of the outboard motor was lulling me back into any outdoorsman’s dreamland. The boat ride down Maddox Bay to the dropping-off spot...

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“A Piankashaw Lunch”

by Mat McCarter The sky looked like it might snow but just didn’t give a shit.  Everything seemed eternally dreary and dismal – damned, even. The weather was insolent and bitchy, like it was on its winter rag.  The...

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“The Pharm” – Part One

by Mark Poe My hands cradled my head as I stared at the black starlit night, searching for answers to questions I was terrified to ask. I had escaped the guilty barrage of vulgar insults into the rural quietness...

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“Infirmary” – Part Two

by Steven Anthony George 450 lbs. Why did God make the insects change themselves from one form to another? Why do they begin as a worm, crawling and eating and crawling and eating, and after, it goes to sleep...

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