Edward Is Only A Fish | 1994
Edward feels confined in Mr. Billingley's fishbowl and more than a little threatened by his fourteen cats, so imagine his delight when the bathwater is left running, the house fills with water, and Edward can go exploring.
my new car | 2019
Speeding along the highway of mania and delusion, Alan Sincic's My New Car is a thrilling and entirely original glimpse into the mind of a man in love with his car.
The Piney Vista
First Runner Up
The Saturday Evening Post Great American Fiction Contest 2021
Finalist - 2020 Orison Anthology Award In Fiction
Short Listed - 2020 Bridport Short Story Prize
One night only! The Human Torpedo! Captain Jimmie Jameson!
The truck tinkled as it wheeled left and then right to clear the surge of the gutters and the muddy bubble of the manholes, a carillon of ice cream, ice cream, ice cream cast up and then erased with every random gust.
From a ten-story tower he jumps – no parachute, no hooks, no wires – he jumps!
The trumpet shook as the truck rammed a broken deck chair and splintered up over the shingles and the rafters and the crackly wire that clogged the square. Talk about balls. You could even hear, up under the garglish warble of the busking – Ten stories! Ten stories! Into a puddle of water no bigger than a bathtub! – the tremor in his voice, the thrill of – what would be the word for it? -- death. Even the oldsters – and by now we were the oldsters – felt, in the wake of the storm, the frisson, the sting of doom in the air, the roof jarred and the tree toppled and the midnight pitch of the shutter upward, up over the clouds, ascended into heaven.
“The stylized bravura of Alan Sincic’s ‘The Piney Vista’ knocked my socks off, not only for its authoritative voice but for the sheer ambition and originality of this magical-realism-meets-southern-gothic picaresque about carny chicanery in rural America.”
— Jon Gingerich, 2020 Great American Fiction Contest Winner