For weeks after the blaze, I kept feeling like I was missing an essential item—my wallet, parts of my face, my entire body at times, but it seemed ridiculous because I was holding my wallet, could see my reflected face, and as far as I could tell, was still fairly alive. Still, some days I wasn’t sure.… more
Category Archives: FLASH FICTION
Nobody
FLASH FICTION by Phebe B JewellNobody pays attention to Donny when he yells about fucking people up, but I do.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by S.H. WoodgeardTammy Faye face, dollar store wig, she smokes Camels on the chaise while I root through her kitchen for oven cleaner.… more
Why I Started Feeling Better About My Accent
FLASH FICTION by Meg PokrassBecause my husband Bob, out to sea with his maleness, will fly around the front yard, nekkid as a rabbit, as if to challenge me, and because my mother never thought twice about murdering a jackrabbit in the late afternoon.… more
When guilt changes hands, the pistol becomes the redeemer.
FLASH FICTION by Anthony IkehYou are violent / You are male / You want something other than this nuclear warhead in your throat / You want to be rough / You want to be roughly fucked / You want to be doing the fucking / You want a thousand dollar excuse for this ogre in the mirror… more
Top Shelf
FLASH FICTION by Ron DionneI went into the debris field and found a piece of her, ignoring the screams of panic and the shouts of police commanding everyone to clear the area. I thought of Leila’s minister who always said about tragedy and darkness, why shouldn’t it happen to you? Why shouldn’t it?… more
Drunk with the Boys
FLASH FICTION by Spencer LeeAn aspirationally masculine kind of name, one that’s at home on a lacrosse team roster or a fraternity or a finance internship, it’s probably supposed to make me feel inadequate, but instead it makes me feel insulated, grandfathered into this world.… more
Mermaids
FLASH FICTION by Courtney BurtonThey scorched the earth, burned bridges, left women scorned and mothers weeping because wind moves and fire moves and water moves, and even earth moves. And their spirits were moved.… more
Pigsnort
FLASH FICTION by Paul ThompsonEveryone calls him Pigsnort. One word, not two. Almost like a real name. You struggle to remember his actual name, or question if you ever knew it. If every village has an idiot, then every school has a Pigsnort.… more
Tomato Season
FLASH FICTION by Rachel WeinhausI tell myself he’s okay—until I catch him out there in the withering dusk, spraying the hose into the air like warning shots. Keep back, he shouts. Keep back from my tomatoes.… more
