cover of novel "F 250" by Bud Smith

Taking That Flying Leap: An Interview with Bud Smith

F 250, a new novel by Cease, Cows contributor Bud Smith, is a lively comic romp, a love story about characters making the often difficult transition to adulthood. CC‘s head editor, Chuck Augello, spoke with Bud about F 250 and his other work. CA: How would you describe your novel F 250 to someone who has just…

The Beneath Blight by Jamie McFaden

In January of her senior year at college, Sophie discovered jagged bits of flesh blossoming from her vagina. She rubbed her hand over the space in the shower, feeling the burls that had sprouted from front to back. Her worst enemy in high school had contracted genital herpes from fucking the boys who returned home…

Hair coat by Ashlie Allen

When fall arrives on the reservation, everyone makes coats out of dead hair. My sisters are toddlers, so their hair is not long enough to create garments. Mother asks me if I will cut all mine to keep them warm. I go to my room, find a pair of scissors and let the black strands fall at my feet.…

Clockwork by Dorian Maffei

She has clocks in her house all set to a different time. At 4:07 she butters her toast. At 10:03 she polishes the steel plates that hang on her walls. By 7:04, bedroom clock standards, she cleans the living room, dust hanging on the air from the coffee table that had never seen a cup of…

Two Flash by CL Bledsoe

I’ve Failed Us All I decided to run for president. Well, let’s be honest. I decided to drive for president. I went to the DMV because it’s the most official place I know how to get to without getting lost and having to pull over to cry. The woman at the counter looked at me…

Meat Memories by Katie M. Flynn

The crows ate. It was fresh road kill, a raccoon, its insides a spilled soup on the road. The crows plucked at the flesh and tasted terror first, a bright-eyed beast traveling so swiftly, then regret. How could a raccoon feel regret yet not run? It stood frozen in the twin lights, tail like a…

Tourniquet Tuesdays by Tori Bond

Tourniquet Tuesdays: that was the special at Otto’s Bar. It involved Wild Turkey and knocking somebody out while blindfolded. No one knew the origin or the point of the game, but that didn’t stop us from playing it every Tuesday night. Boredom and a looping hopelessness, that’s what drew us deep into the woods to…