Typewriter Emergencies May 2017
Typewriter Emergencies is a journal of furry lit which started out as an anthology. The purpose of Typewriter Emergencies is to provide a venue for shorter stories with payment to the author. Cover and Illustrations are by Joseph Chou. Featured in our first release since 2015 are: Interviews with Klace Rechan Arrkay Poetry by Paul Brookes Bill Garten Short Fiction by Mary E. Lowd James L. Steele Daniel Lowd Carmen Welsh Jr. AKA CopperSphinx Mog Moogle Billy Leigh Thurston Howl BanWynn Oakshadow Kem MacGregor
Typewriter Emergencies is a journal of furry lit which started out as an anthology. The purpose of Typewriter Emergencies is to provide a venue for shorter stories with payment to the author. Cover and Illustrations are by Joseph Chou. Featured in our first release since 2015 are:
Interviews with
Klace
Rechan
Arrkay
Poetry by
Paul Brookes
Bill Garten
Short Fiction by
Mary E. Lowd
James L. Steele
Daniel Lowd
Carmen Welsh Jr. AKA CopperSphinx
Mog Moogle
Billy Leigh
Thurston Howl
BanWynn Oakshadow
Kem MacGregor
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myself here.” She straightened her back<br />
and her paws clenched. I do the same<br />
thing: clench mine so my claws dig into<br />
my palm pads to keep me from doing<br />
something rash.<br />
“Momma, you can’t just come here<br />
and begin ordering me around! And hitting<br />
my friends!”<br />
“Girl, I didn’t expect you to graduate<br />
from one of the top Negro high schools<br />
before you decided to run off to another<br />
state just so you could take up with some<br />
Anglo bootlegger!”<br />
My daughter looked stunned. Her batlike<br />
ears stood straight.<br />
“How did you know about his--occupation?”<br />
“Elspeth told me.” I said.<br />
Stacey sat down. “Damn her.” she<br />
muttered.<br />
“And I suppose you learned that from<br />
him?”<br />
“Elspeth is a gossip! A silly idiot!”<br />
Stacey jumped up and growled, “She<br />
had NO RIGHT to tell you! Only I-”<br />
“And when were you going to tell<br />
me?” Now I was growling, I was so hot.<br />
“When this man was finished with<br />
you? I know his type. Lots of women!<br />
Can chat gravy off a bone! You his first<br />
Negro or has he tried out others before?”<br />
“That’s a cruel thing to say, Mother! I<br />
know he looks like a brute but he’s-”<br />
“I’m ‘Mother’ now? That man IS<br />
a brute! Talkin’ ‘bout how he’d like to<br />
break your neck! How long’s this been<br />
going on? Because when his type gets<br />
you in the family way, as his type will,<br />
and they leave you high and dry, as I<br />
know he will, what were you gonna do?”<br />
“That-that wouldn’t happen.” Stacey<br />
said quietly. I watched the inside of her<br />
ears become pinker.<br />
“You were going to STOP what God<br />
intended between a man and a woman,<br />
and you ‘a grown woman’ after all! You<br />
said so yourself!”<br />
We heard knocking. Stacey remained<br />
where she stood and fidgeted.<br />
“Aren’t you going to get that door?”<br />
I asked.<br />
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