Fiction Realism

I've never been one to play by the rules. It's my world, my life and I do things my way. I see the way they stare at my body covered in tattoos and my lavender hair; I just don't give a damn. There is only one thing in this world that can get me fired up, that's screwing with my daughter. As a single mom, it's my job to protect her, fight for her. She is and will always be my top priority. So, when I get a call that she's in trouble at school, with a boy—no less, my claws are out and ready to strike. And the boy's father, some high society stockbroker, isn't about to deter me.

In the coastal town of Atlas Cliffs, Maddie Harlow lives a quiet life with her husband and son, keeping her supernatural abilities a closely guarded secret until she must bury more than her magic…

Two years after the death of her husband, Julie Duncan is still buried in layers of grief and guilt. Each night she feels the cold spot where Greg once lay and wonders if she'll ever fill it. When her mother dies on New Year’s Eve, Julie feels more lost than ever—a 50-year-old widow with no purpose and a house full of ghosts.

Rebecca Angelos has always liked animals more than people. The abandoned pets who pass through Cloverleaf Critters animal shelter understand her better even than her friends at her Friday night cocktail club. Elvis the pug never judges as he helps her swipe through dating profiles on a Saturday night, and Paul Rudd the doberman has the sweetest heart despite all he’s been through.

The Gang was in The Tree House planning their next few days of fun when something flew really close by the window. They looked out but didn’t see anything. They were on the beach when the first earthquake hit. Then two more. Then, the big faerie circle showed up again and that shadowy flying thing flew over their heads. What was going on? It was when the bigger quake hit that The Gang wondered if The Magic was happening again. Follow The Gang as they try to figure out what to do with that shadowy flying thing they find living in The Tree House.

When Trisha Low moves West, her journey is motivated by the need to arrive “somewhere better” - someplace utopian, like revolution; or safe, like home; or even clarifying, like identity. Instead, she faces the end of her relationships, a family whose values she has difficulty sharing, and America’s casual racism, sexism, and homophobia. In this book-length essay, the problem of how to account for one’s life comes to the fore - sliding unpredictably between memory, speculation, self-criticism, and art criticism, Low seeks answers that she knows she won’t find.

Art and life. Each the mirror of the other. This then is the classic definition of what ‘Realism’ as a writing form really is. Some might call it a fancy term for the mundane day to day pursuits but in the hands of an author it comes alive. We are drawn into characters and landscapes that we can empathize with, we can, metaphorically speaking, help shoulder their burden, be on the long trail with them whatever the landscapes, the hurdles, incidents and other people may place in their literary way.

Dos escuelas de escritores hiperbreves luchan por hacerse con el dominio del género. Los fundadores de las escuelas son los gemelos Salazar, irremediablemente enfrentados por su ideología y por un odio fratricida. Es este libro se recogen las obras de los excéntricos o los desgraciados que formaron parte de una de estas escuelas. Fantasía, horror, ciencia ficción, noir y realismo mágico quedan miniaturizados en los cien microcuentos que recoge la antología.