The OutCry is one of those projects that you think about creating and you usually never go past the thought of it, but I decided to start it in January 2001 anyway. I wanted to make an electronic magazine for writers and artists to share their works with the world. Over the last couple of years we have accepted wonderful material by writers and artists, and we have published everything that has been submitted.

As you will see in the excerpts below The OutCry publishes a wide range of topics. We hope you enjoy, and please visit our website so you can read the entire works relating to these wonderful writers. We have an entire archive dating back to the original January 2001 issue available on our website. Enjoy!

Darin B. Hadley
OutCry Publisher

Some days I can’t win. While I won’t be bungee jumping, I’ll probably keep crunching cashews pretending I’m living on the edge. Where cashews are nuts, at least I’ll be in good company.
– Sean Stephens, February 2002

“Those people” is undoubtedly one of the most often used phrases in the American lexicon, and almost always in reference to groups for which people hold disdain; those Jews, those gays, those liberals, those welfare mothers…
- Allen M. Brown, January 2002

Our next door neighbor moved here from Minnesota five or six years ago when he came to visit his brother. His brother had a propensity to drink and ended up driving off the twenty-first street viaduct early one morning.
– Barbara C. Stephens, March 2002

“Work for what you love to do, not for what you can get.”
- Michael P. Fink, March 2002

“For all religions to each other: Cooperate, don’t segregate!”
- Michael P. Fink, April 2002

As usual my father had a brimmed cloth hat covering the top of his bald head and although we had seen pictures of my dad’s head with hair, my brother and I had refused to believe that they were real. Dad had just always been bald.
– Sean Michaels, May 2002

I have slept and awoke and tired again. As have all. What then? What next? I will go on, as will you, as will others. It will go on. The dates, the crying, the scents. The help, the hurt, the plans. It will all go on. I have not lived such a bad life. In fact it’s been good.
– Sean Michaels, June 20

We get along when we don't understand the language, when we hate the purple hair, when pierced lips make us hurt, when any of these things happen and much, much more, we get along because we are Americans and that is what Americans do.
- Barbara C. Stephens, August 2002

One of my contemporaries doesn’t like the fly as a mascot. I must say, I do not agree. The common housefly has a bad rap. Somehow, it got the reputation for just eating feces, but that’s not the whole truth. It often eats many other things that we all love and enjoy, such as potato salad, roast beef, pork chops, macaroni and cheese, sirloin steak, souffle, omelets, you get the idea. These are things I like, and I’m sure they are liked by many other people too. The point is, houseflies have good taste.
- Sean Stephens, August 2002

Mr. Kobayashi had a seemingly formidable American opponent in the person of Eric "Badlands" Booker, a 400-pound behemoth who holds the world egg-eating contest. But when the hot dog eating was done, Kobayashi, who claims to have never weighed more than 148 pounds, had devoured fifty-and-a-half hot dogs, while Mr. Booker managed a mere 26.
- Allen M. Brown, August 2002

We take pride in our system. Our system of democracy, free enterprise and all our freedoms and opportunities available to us in this fine country. This is what our country was founded on and what we expect. The ability to make our lives what we choose.
– Ron J. Atencio, June 2002

I dated a vampire. She was a good kisser so I guess that made it alright, but the necking wasn’t too fun. She was a self-proclaimed vampire. She wasn’t the type that turns into a bat and flies around, but she liked blood.
–Eric VanPatten, June 2002

It is a warmed and anxious air that I breathe, reminding me of something,
it knows that I can’t quite place it. Grass that is molting wet and free
of its winter shell, rains coming from the coast, mingling with snow air
from the watchers above, birthing air that is yet to be warmed by the sun.
– D.K. Smith, June 2002

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