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2014 – July 30 – The Getaway

On the 30th day, we’re reading “The Getaway” by Joanne Jagoda.

It’s 5: 30. If I see those damn green numbers one more time I’m going to puke. Why doesn’t the time go faster? I’m packed though it took me all night. I splurged on a few new outfits and that sexy one shoulder black bathing suit , but I’ll regret it when the bills come. Oh hell, for once I don’t care. David is picking me up at ten. I’ve got to keep busy until then. I’ll pay bills, dust and water the plants.

This month brings us to the getaway David planned last month. Anne seems a bundle Continue reading

2014 – July 29 – Family Values

It’s the 29th day, and we’re reading “Family Values” by Vanessa Wiebler Paris.

“Don’t rely on others for your happiness,” I start. “You’re responsible for your own happiness.”

“Never admit weakness,” Iris says without missing a beat.

It’s a game Iris invented. She comes up with a topic, and then we ping-pong back and forth until someone is stumped or gives up. Tonight’s topic is “Family Values (Things My Family Taught Me Without Me Even Realizing It).”

The story of Slim Jim has been funny and heart-breaking by turns, but always worthy of our attention. Last month we found Jim asking himself what’s wrong with Iris, who seems Continue reading

2014 – July 28 – Roadies

On the 28th day we’re reading “Roadies” by Kimberlee Smith.

I don’t know where my husband Dean is, and I’m not that interested in finding out right about now. I am transfixed. This is what I watch my mum Maybell pack up for our baby daughter Etheline and for herself: bottled water, canned sausages, two serrated knives , adult diapers size medium , lime cordial, several bottles of gin, a case of instant oatmeal and boxes of sultanas to go with it, cases of pureed baby food, peanut butter, wet wipes, kitchen-size plastic rubbish bags, her Ouija board, disposable baby nappies size six-to-nine months, plastic jugs filled with tap water, her favorite blanket, a Continue reading

2014 – July 27 – In the Bathroom at Arby’s

It’s the 27th and time for “In the Bathroom at Arby’s” by Nathaniel Tower.

It’s been a month since Samford discovered he wasn’t a clone. Unless of course the doctor was lying , but Samford saw no reason why he would. Since watching the doctor die in front of him, he has been on the run. He hasn’t spent two nights in the same city. Today he is in Nashville, taking a shit in an Arby’s bathroom. Greasy food has always sent Samford straight to the shitter, and he hasn’t been able to eat anything that isn’t greasy for the past month.

Ummm… yeah. The Samford cycle has been some wild ride hasn’t Continue reading

2014 – July 26 – Hazard

On the 26th day we’re reading “Hazard” by Gary Percesepe.

Seven months after his divorce, a man steers his rented Cadillac Seville down the narrow lane of a manicured country club, positions the car so that it is facing the eighteenth green, and cuts the engine. He touches a button and four windows glide down leather doors, letting in the local air, and with it, a flood of memories.

It’s a clever way to introduce a flashback. About a year before, Gary was playing golf when he realized his wife was having an affair. She was in the process of divorcing him, and now he knew (maybe) why. What a crummy way to Continue reading

2014 – July 25 – Morgana Malone and the Mystery of the Manna from Heaven

It’s the 25th and we’re reading “Morgana Malone and the Mystery of the Manna from Heaven” by Matt Potter.

“Morgana Malone?”

I turn and see a young man, high cheekbones on a thin face and short dark hair atop deep brown eyes. He’s looking at me through the open driver’s window of a shiny, dark blue car. It’s cold and the sky above is that depressing pale grey we all grow to know and loathe over the Australian winter. No rain, just cold and grey and dull dull dull. But it’s a quiet suburban neighbourhood and we appear to be the only two people around – me on the footpath and he in Continue reading

2014 – July 24 – Quelle Surprise

On the 24th we’re reading “Quelle Surprise” by Teresa Burns Gunther.

Rachel unfolds from the cab at Pier 39. It’s July 24th. 6: 00 pm. San Francisco has wrapped her gray shawl around the day, dropping the temperature into the 50s. Susie’s not waiting in front of the Aquarium as agreed. Rachel grits her teeth and texts where r u? Susie responds w/ the seals!

Our journey with Rachel began with a New Year’s resolution to work on her people skills. Since then she’s conspired to kill her neighbor’s rabbit (neighborliness), opened up a trunk of daddy issues, collaborated with a pigeon-rescuing coworker (patience), stolen moisturizer samples, and assaulted a blind man (generosity). Continue reading

And this is Who I Am


I am an American author of contemporary and speculative fiction. My short stories and flash fictions have appeared in dozens of places, from Microliterature to Daily Science Fiction. My first collection, Glass Animals, is available from Pure Slush Books.


I'm an editor of speculative fiction. In 2013 I am co-editing Triangulation: Steel Cities with Amr Abouelleil. In 2012 I edited Triangulation: Morning After, and In 2010 I co-edited Triangulation: Last Contact with Jamie Lackey. I am also the editor for trapeze, a twitter-based magazine.


I blog at Ramey Writes. I also comment frequently on Facebook


My main passion right now is my home town of New Castle, Pennsylvania.
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