When she slips from the rooftop, her first thought is not I’m going to die, but I didn’t feed the cat.… more
Author Archives: Ben Drevlow
You Call It Grief
FLASH FICTION by Franklin C. ObiekweYou rue your giving your dog to that careless neighbor who had promised to bring him back after a walk. A walk indeed. A walk to meet with death. Fucking careless. Fucking stupid neighbor. You hope he dies too and rots in hell.… more
We Regret to Inform You
FLASH FICTION by Leah SkayA recent onslaught of uninspired poets have come and stripped the place of all character and charm, peeling the wallpaper for bookmarks and chiseling their names to solidify themselves in something that will outlive them.… more
Chyna
FLASH FICTION by Jon DoughboyA scene in a hotel. Punching. Kicking. Attempted strangulation. I’m furious for my sister and at the world, furious about male violence, so furious I imagine what I’d do to the man.… more
Zephyr
FLASH FICTION by Will WilloughbyAround 1:26 a.m., the car—along with my medium Carnivore’s Delite—evaporated. Along that stretch, at this time of night, something marginally catastrophic may have happened, and I don’t want to get into a whole big thing here, but this should, ideally, be concerning.… more
Venice Party
FLASH NONFICTION by Genevieve Anna TyrrellWhere’s the writers? The friends? The music? The beach bonfire? The laughter? But there is no party. I’m it. I’m the party.… more
Hotline
FICTION by Brett BiebelIf you’re not rich or famous or powerful, then you’re just you, the guy nobody wants to hear whine.… more
Goat Rock
FICTION by Adam ForresterAs I climb, I remember all the times I’ve gotten ear infections from lake water that looked just like the green, muddy water below. I look down again and see the sign on the bank next to Damion. NO SWIMMING, it says. I keep climbing. Damion keeps shouting.… more
ALL OF MY FEVER DREAMS ARE UPSIDE DOWN.
Moans from the Condiment Fridge by Frank ReardonI trusted without knowing how to trust. I laughed without understanding why we laugh. It’s why later in life I could inflict pain without care. It’s why I hide behind a poker face whenever I walk into a room full of people.… more
Burning Your Abuser’s House to the Ground, You Receive a Vision
FLASH FICTION by Arik M.You will not notice any customers, or how they flinch to not see you—you, a woman covered in soot; you, stinking of char; they, who for all these years you could greet only with mumbling, with a lump in your throat.… more
