‘Adam was a Golem before God breathed life into him.’
Meet Bruno-X, a psychic detective unlike any you’ve ever encountered…
By Michael Sheldon
Discover The Violet Crow by Michael Sheldon, an endlessly creative and innovative mystery novel.
Baby Sitter: Fiction from the World of Baron’s ‘Bad Road Rising’
By Mike Baron
Kraushaar Ford occupied a half block on Michigan Blvd. in Waukesha. It was 11:00 am on a bright Thursday morning in September when Josh kicked out his Harley on the wide concrete apron outside the showroom. Kraushaar Ford was a long, low, gleaming white building with a hint of art deco, a glimpse of the future from a Fifties-era Mechanix Illustrated.
Josh entered the chill interior. It smelled pleasantly of coffee and lemons. A Shelby Mustang sat on the spotless black and white tile floor, presenting its shark-like grin to the public. A young salesman, dapper in a gray suit, headed Josh’s way with a smile plastered across his chin, not unlike the Mustang. At a trim five eleven, wearing a tank top that revealed fully tatted arms and shoulders, Josh looked like a biker.
The Remnant 100
By David Churchill Barrow
You’ve heard of the 300 defending the “Hot Gates” (Thermopylae)? Well, with apologies to Longfellow, “Listen my children and you shall hear of the 100 men who saved all we hold dear.” You may have also heard or seen the movie Darkest Hour about Churchill, the advent of the Battle of Britain and all that, but the “darkest hour” for the Anglo-Saxon race was not May-June 1940; it was January 878….
PreTeena: January 8-14, 2018
Sunday Comics
By Allison Barrows
You won’t want to miss these hilarious cartoons depicting the ups and downs of adolescence. Now each week’s strips will debut on Sundays as the lead strip of Liberty Island’s Sunday Comics feature. If you draw a comic and would like to have your work featured on Sundays, please contact us: [email protected]
On Why with a Blue-Haired Farmer
By Bokerah Brumley
It had been a fantastically productive Sunday. Forty birds graduated from our pasture into the deep freezer, and the two in the oven smelled delicious.
But, on Monday, my friend scrunches her nose at the thought of processing all those chickens. “Why do you do it?”
Thoughts On The Sh*tty Man Witch-Hunt & Bro-Bashing
‘The Crucible’ Was Written by a CIS-Het White Male, so it’s Invalid
By Roy Griffis
You may have heard of “The Shitty Media Men List”. When the revelations about overwhelmingly GoodThink Liberal Men Who Were Slimy Sexual Predators began to gather steam, the list was put together anonymously by Moira Donegan. She claims this was the first attempt “at solving what has seemed like an intractable problem: how women can protect ourselves from sexual harassment and assault.” For someone with such an awesome command of Google Docs, I’m surprised she hasn’t heard of “Lawyers” or “The Second Amendment.” As to that last, perhaps her ignorance can be forgiven, as she seems to live in a deep-blue enclave of civility and concern for the rights of the oppressed where exercising one’s right to self-defense is severely restricted. I could be mistaken.
The Long Road To Becoming An Essential Author
The Andrew Klavan Symposium, Part 5
By David M. Swindle
Five Liberty Island writers – Fred Tribuzzo, Alec Ott, Jon Bishop, Chris Queen, and David M. Swindle — explore the insights from the memoir of one of their favorite novelists…
The Biker: ‘Being proved right was like his first snort of good coke.’
With Mike Baron driving you’re in for a wild ride!
By Mike Baron
Discover the Bad Road Rising series: a born-again Biker-turned private detective hot on the trail of a stolen child.
New Fiction: The November Guest
By Tom Cosentino
Homer Wheaton, widower, lived alone in a stone cottage at the end of a long gravel driveway that was lined with majestic sugar maples. The cottage, as meticulously groomed and refined as any English country house, was situated on forty-four acres outside the small college town of Cazenovia, New York.
It had been over twenty years since his wife, Faith, died in a car accident. She had been driven off the road by a tractor trailer belonging to one of the big box stores. The driver had fallen asleep after working three straight twelve hour shifts; the after Thanksgiving sales had pushed the chain to stretch the limits of sleep and sanity…
Mike Baron on the Secrets of Plot and Voice
A prolific writer contemplates the author’s art
By Mike Baron
Huck comes alive through his words, which are fresh and immediate. We feel we know Huck. Same thing with Raymond Chandler’s Philip Marlowe. It’s that world-weary, cynical with a heart-of-gold voice whispering in your ear. “He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.”
