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New Fiction by Josh Amidon - The second it gets to the hard stuff under the bark it nearly pulls right out of my gloves. I touch the trunk with the bar and it kicks back, catching the new green chaps at my shin
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A good man,” said Suck. “Little gnarly maybe, but taken well before his time.” We suffered over him a while, then he told me how we could make it right. The two of us spent nearly every night of that winter in his frigid garage, drinking through the aluminum Grain Belt beers, ...
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New Fiction by - “He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the field
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“When I was your age,” said Dad, “your grandfather could get a sow right between the eyes at this distance.” He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the field.
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New Fiction by Joey R. Poole - “I am scared that some government agency is going to come take the baby away from me. He is not, after all, mine
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Bailey has been training for the contest every day for months. He comes home from his graveyard shifts at the tire plant and sits down at the breakfast table, in front of his wire cricket cage holding cockroaches, the big hissing ones he raises to feed his lizards.
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New Fiction by - I got to bang with him. I got to get in there and really make it a fight.
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Mickey Reyes was fighting Tommy Monroe for the middleweight championship on Saturday in Detroit, Tommy Monroe's hometown. He took the fight on three weeks' notice. Tommy was supposed to be fighting Charles Davis. He was supposed to have fought him three months ago, but he broke his hand in ...
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New Fiction by - “You pick a dime out of the slip of rock between the mud and pavement. Old money. There’s a profile of what looks like the Hitler-punching variation of Captain America etched onto its obverse side
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It was in '34, the year the feds shot up Dillinger, that Rutger Sr. got his lone, brief sip of the gangster days hooch. “Rutger Jr.,” he says to you in his throaty old man Scandinavian. “I have told you this before, but you must listen.” He knows you're no Rutger Jr., that Rutger Jr. was the ...
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New Fiction by - “Takashi stood and walked to the full-length mirror and tried to narrow his eyes, to blur his vision and imagine if the pinkie could, in any way, be considered a natural extension of his body
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New Essay by - Brad blamed my quick-comings on my foreskin. He’d read in Hustler that uncircumcised penises were extra-sensitive and therefore prone to premature ejaculation. I couldn’t argue. I’d always been extremely sensitive…
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New Essay by - Your target is not the man; it is not even the thing behind the man. Your target is a feeling
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Think about the twenty-seven bones that make up your hand. The phalanges, the metacarpals, the carpals—not to mention your radius and ulna, which while bones technically making up your forearm, are impacted nonetheless by throwing a punch. And now think about a face. Fourteen bones—nasal bone, ...
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New BULL Recon by - “Truth be told, bacon is far more versatile than most of us realize.”
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Just let me briefly set the scene for you. East on McGuire you’ve got these industrial hangars which sit like the silhouettes of giant well-made turds against the sky’s Sea...... http://bullmensfiction.com/bull-recon/the-pigs-america/
“Truth be told, bacon is far more versatile than most of us realize.” -Heather Lauer, Bacon: A Love Story. Just let me briefly set the scene for you. East on McGuire you've got these industrial hangars which sit like the silhouettes of giant well-made turds against the sky's SeaWorld blue, ...
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New Fiction by Taylor Brown - They rode horses of all colors, all bloods. Strays, they called them, tongues in cheek. Horses that offered themselves for the good of the country, under no lock and key
... http://bullmensfiction.com/fiction/in-the-season-of-blood-and-gold/
Pale light crept into the black stanchions of pine, the ashen ground, the red center of dying coals. The camped men rose silent and broke the bread, hard as stone, between blackened fingers. One of their number looked at his own. Soot and powder, ash and dirt. Neat crescents accrued underneath ...
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New Fiction by Kate Scarpetta - We hated each other intensely, and were connected by that hatred. We both desired nothing more than to extinguish the other.
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There was a period of time when everyone's mailbox was down on the end of Thorncreek Road. But after Mr. Berzansky got caught for the child porn thing in '97, no one wanted their mail near his slot, so to speak, so everyone started to have their mail delivered to their front porches.
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Fiction for Thinking Men
Introduction
BULL is the first and only journal devoted exclusively to Men's Fiction. 

Submit your stories and essays at bullmensfiction.submishmash.com/submit