Elymas started to protest. She held up her hand.
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.
Silver Bottle, Episode 30
I decided to write a letter to God.
This Textured Darkness, #118
Tell me everything you’ve done and don’t lie. If I put the vise to you again, you’ll probably die.
Silver Bottle, Episode 29
I prayed a lot. I prayed to God, I prayed to Jesus, I prayed to the Holy Ghost, asking him to intervene because the other two weren’t speaking to me.
This Textured Darkness, #117
She struck her hands together and the floor became a sea of blood, and from the sea rose hungry creatures.
This Textured Darkness, #116
Instantly, all the candles went out, and the room was covered in darkness.
Silver Bottle, ‘This Will Never Stop” Chapter, Episode 28
I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior thirteen times before your grandmother put a stop to my altar runs.
Silver Bottle, chap. “This Will Never Stop”, Episode 27
The women wouldn’t let it die. For every unanswered question, they made up answer of their own, filling a stew pot fired by their tongues.
This Textured Darkness, #115
Elymas strained at the knots. At least he knew who he was dealing with — a village witch who’d somehow learned of his plans and wished for a place in his coming reign.
This Will Never Stop, from the novel, Silver Bottle, Episode 26
I want forgiveness, and if we were standing face to face, I wouldn’t have the nerve to ask for it. Maybe I was such a bad mother that I’ve no rights left.
