At a writers group meeting some years back I was surrounded by Christian ladies who wrote inspirational work. God bless them. When they read my work though, I could tell some of them found it a wee disturbing. One lady leaned over and put a hand on my forearm.
"Must you always write so darkly?" she asked.
I smiled, thanking her for her feedback. Darkly? I hadn't even shown her the story about the adulterer who is tied to the bed while a woman pulls a razor blade from under her tongue and promises him unimaginable delights. I hadn't shared the one about the old reprobate who haunted topless bars and manipulated young women into suicide. I hadn't given her the tale about the lumberjack who, cursed by a dryad, finds his sex organ changing with the seasons, withering in the fall and eventually falling off come winter.
I would love to share it with you here, but instead you'll have to wait for its publication in the online quarterly: Mytholog. I imagine it will make an appearance sometime in the next couple months. I'll let you know.
In the meantime I will break with my tradition of not serving up my published work for perusal and instead give you the link to Susurrus Magazine. If you follow the link you'll find another of my stories, "Fishing With The Little People", something I wrote last summer after having read the Hemingway Nick Adam's stories. I hope you enjoy it. I'll let you know when GOD arrives...or for some of you...rearrives.