Hank Cotton
Hank is a Hotshot Truck Driver, turned author. He is writing a memoir, and you’ll find samples of it along with corresponding short stories on this page. A full archive of his work can be found here.
Here is Hank’s debut, The Ugly Duckling, available on Amazon Now!
Hank Cotton, a Hotshot Truck Driver, doesn’t know that he’s picked up an unlikely passenger.
Active Shooter
Trigger Warning: This fictional story contains Gun Violence, and a Suggestive Theme that could be harmful to anyone who suffers from forms of PTSD, or is sensitive to such subjects. Explicit Language.
Wyoming
This is just a taste of a bigger story I’m working on called, Try Your Luck In Reno. I’m warning y’all aheada time too — it’s pretty explicit. So there’s that.
Bang Bang
MJ originally published this over on the Stories from the Jukebox pub under his name — so I made him move it over here, and fix it. And I reckon that’s the end of that, cause I’m here to stay. Buckle up y’all🤠🤙
Right Place Wrong Time
This is Hank’s submission to this week’s Stories from the Jukebox song prompt, Right Place Wrong Time, by Dr John. I hope this inspires you to make your own submission!
The Cooler, is Hank’s introduction to the Kitchen Table. It’s the first piece Hank wrote for The Southern Writers Guild.
The Cooler
I reckon I ought to tell y’all how I got mixed up with this here, Southern Writers’ Guild business. So here's the story...
Here are some of Hank’s Favorite SWG Stories!
Grand Opening
There’s a square in Savannah, Georgia that has seen a considerable amount of history. Duels. Declarations. The Savannah kind of afternoon heat that turns reasonable people into philosophers. It has weathered generals and debutantes and at least one documented incident involving a horse that nobody in the historic preservation office will discuss on record.
It was not, in the estimation of the square, prepared for the Southern Writers Guild.
But then, nothing ever really is.
The Knoxville Southern Fried Poetry Slam
It started, as these glorious trainwrecks tend to, with Grace spotting the billboard just as they pulled out of the Flying J. Meat sticks and pork rinds flanked their tankards of coffee.
The Alabama Jubilee Hot Air Balloon Classic!
It started, as these things often do with our unholy trinity, with a wrong turn off I-20 near Pell City and a cooler that wouldn’t stop whispering.
Oh and by the way, I’m MJ Polk, Hank’s handler. I’m not exactly sure why he trusts me with his stories, but he does. And I’ve agreed to pass them on to all of you.
While Hank tramps around the USA playing Hotshot Hero — writing his memoir in shady diners, and truck stops. I’m here in Southern Georgia, studying Philosophy and working on my craft. I’m a Copywriter, though I don’t push it much here. I prefer to let my Creative Writing speak for me.
I have two other Substack Publications, my blog, and a community pub called Stories from the Jukebox. Where each week myself, and a group of talented Substack writers tackle a writing prompt inspired by the greatest songs of all time.
Don’t like commitments, but still want to support my writing? You can make a one-time contribution here.