Fiction by Will Collins | Elsewhere in the lagoon, far from the canals and palazzos and factories, a small oared boat deposited its passenger on a barren islet. Like the brothers, the oarsman was curious about his commission, but he stayed quiet, having been paid handsomely to deliver the foreigner to a small island without asking questions
read moreFiction by Arbogast | For the first time in years, the young and vigorous special agent could not stop his phlegm-covered lungs from coughing, nor could he heal his aching head. It felt worse than a cold, but not as bad as the Spanish flu, which had once put Lieutenant Midnight of the famed Yankee Division on the shelf for the entirety of January 1919
read moreFiction by Jeremiah Suit | “But Daddy, since the sickness, nobody care about money no more. Bitches gettin’ jacked for they socks and hand sanitizer,” Candy said, emphatically, trying her damnedest to sound small and afraid
read moreFiction by Miles McNaughton | I yanked the seatbelt over his neck and pinned the gun to his leg. It went off, going straight through the driver’s seat. Julian yelled, going first for his ears, and then for his chest. The Mexican was throwing himself back and forth to turn around. His gun was in his hand…
read moreFiction by Elmore Collins | We were tired. So tired. It’s hard to tell you how tired we were. Things weren’t that bad until our second was born. A little boy with a cleft lip
read moreFiction by Frank Kidd | The bodies were damn near falling out of the back. Blood everywhere. Mangled flesh and bone. Charred uniforms that said the fighting had been up close and personal
read moreFiction by PCM Christ | Boss threw him the keys, and A.R. hoofed the quarter mile, grabbed the rifles and hurried back. When he arrived, the deputies were returning from the now still and quiet woods, dragging Loftis back, his innards trailing slowly behind him, sticking for a moment on a vine of thorns, no one in the state of mind to pick them up and put them back
read moreFiction by PCM Christ | The next morning, they took their breakfast on the back deck. A breeze lilted through, bringing the coolness of the night still nestled around the mountain top in dew and rising mist
read moreFiction by PCM Christ | They all stood there with tears of perspiration pouring down their faces, while the preacher dotted the corners of his mouth and then his forehead like preacher men do and he said that the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away and to everything there is a season, and Ausby was gone but she lived on in memories and legacy and she’d be seen again someday when we meet on that Heavenly shore. Amen
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MAN’S WORLD is now available, for the very first time, as a high-quality printed magazine. Across 200 glorious pages, you’ll find everything that made the digital magazine the sensation that it was – the best essays, the most brilliant new fiction, interviews, art, food, sex, fitness – and so much more.
MAN’S WORLD is now available, for the very first time, as a high-quality printed magazine. Across 200 glorious pages, you’ll find everything that made the digital magazine the sensation that it was – the best essays, the most brilliant new fiction, interviews, art, food, sex, fitness – and so much more.
