The 2017 Literary Issue 

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Scott Suchy

Tired of Trump tweets? Bummed by Batali broadcasts? Hitting your head against the wall with every horrific headline? Us too. That's why we asked seven local writers and artists to each prepare an original piece of fiction, essay, or poetry and accompanying artwork for this week's Literary issue. Think of it as our little thank you for being loyal readers. And if you've never read City Paper before, well, don't say we never gave ya anything.

Six Times a Charm
Six Times a Charm

I ducked down a dark alley because that's how my sister went. "Nothing exciting comes without a little fear." It wasn't her line. It was theirs. Copy-righted actually. You can't even say it nowadays without your credits being debited a dollar. I always thought putting the word "fear" in a slogan was strange. Now I realized fear was exactly the word for it. — Corrie Wang


To Miles
To Miles

When I speak, women listen. The surprise comes by how many stories are reciprocated. And then the advice: acupuncture, one says, and a blend of Chinese herbs. — Laura Cannon


Confronting stereotypes and avoiding grocery store anxiety after moving to Charleston
Confronting stereotypes and avoiding grocery store anxiety after moving to Charleston South by Southeast

It was at the dinner table. The aunt I was staying with asked, "Isn't there a lot of racism there?" — Adam Manno


Beyond the Names
Beyond the Names

For Jonathan Green, On the last day of the world, We will walk from the sea, To the river flowing — Marjory Wentworth


Memories of a Christmas season on Leeds Ave.
Memories of a Christmas season on Leeds Ave.

I read the Pelican Brief like six times during my time in jail. It was either that or the Bible, and, honestly, I read a lot of that, too. In jail you have plenty of time to ponder it all, even the validity of John Grisham and burning bushes. — Mona Edgar


Finding freedom in the darkness of a planned community
Finding freedom in the darkness of a planned community At Night

"Wait...waittt...WAIT! Give me one minute!" One foot balancing on top of a bone shard — "shit!" — the other stuck halfway in a pair of centuries-old leggings. Bra off, any random sweatshirt on. Hair thrown on top of head, wounded ball of foot cradled for half a second. "I am coming little miss!" — Mary Scott Hardaway


Counting Down the Days
Counting Down the Days

"I headed down the alley between Brevard and Main Street, you know the one, and planned to cut him off on the other side." "Why didn't you just go down Church Street?" — Aaron Wood


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