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    Author: joanspilman

    Former teacher, writer of Appalachian Literature, short stories, and fantasy. Current publication, "This Will Never Stop" see Kirkus Reviews, Vol. LXXXXVII, NO. 22 Nov. 15, 2019. Also featured on booktrib, and Booklife. Has published a YA entitled "Sansablatt Head", and books for children under the general title of "The Waddling Dead". Received MFA from Wichita State University where she received the fellowship. Published in Southern Humanities Review, Short Story International, Carriage House Review,Willow Springs, Laurel Review and other literary magazines. Winner of George Garrett Prize for Best Prose, W.WashingtonU. Winner of Microkosmos Fiction Award, WSU. Winner of John Maier Award at Marshall University.

    That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1944

    “Agnes, Woody Garrett is a married man.”
    Agnes sat straight up. “But he said he loved me!”

    August 8, 2023August 8, 2023 by joanspilman

    This Textured Darkness, #19

    The Seer had caught him coming from Nadia’s tent before he’d relieved himself.

    August 8, 2023August 8, 2023 by joanspilman

    This Textured Darkness,#18

    “Wolves from the Nevers,” the boy broke his silence. “Father told me to run.”

    August 7, 2023August 7, 2023 by joanspilman

    This Textured Darkness, #17

    The scepter was held by a dying man.

    August 6, 2023August 6, 2023 by joanspilman

    This Textured Darkness, #16

    He caught Laveth stealing wood from the royal forest, but rather than hanging her, Ranald took her to bed.

    August 5, 2023August 1, 2023 by joanspilman

    That’s Not Love, part 3 (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1944)

    “Why do you think I brought you here?” he shouted.
    “To propose?” Agnes stepped out from behind the bush, fully clothed but mostly unbuttoned.

    August 4, 2023 by joanspilman

    This Textured Darkness, #15

    “I’ll send a feather dyed blue, its color changed from beyond. When you receive it, know that King Rand has been granted a path in the Deep.”

    August 4, 2023August 2, 2023 by joanspilman

    That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills story, 1944)

    Agnes fell into his arms, and he’d taken off her clothes with an adeptness that was surprising for a country boy. Raw, green, fresh off the farm.

    August 3, 2023August 3, 2023 by joanspilman

    This Textured Darkness, #14

    “I remember my father as a plunging warhorse. Fearless, but not always wise.”

    August 3, 2023August 1, 2023 by joanspilman

    That’s Not Love! (a Harshbarger Mills story, 1944)

    With wide eyes, Agnes listened to the most ingenious plan she’d ever heard. Cora lived in an “in case of emergency” mode.

    August 2, 2023December 20, 2023 by joanspilman

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