‘cause I’m thinking I got the Ray Liottas like from Goodfellas when he’s coked to the eyeballs, he’s truly fucked up, knowing shit’s gonna hit now he’s under the eyes of the feds, and the buzzing, buzzing in my ears is the hover ‘copter tracking my moves inch for inch.… more
Category Archives: FLASH FICTION
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Adrian WestonMy momma always told me, “Son,”—that’s how I knew she was talkin’ to me. She’d say, “Son, you ain’t no good.” No sugar, no salt—but somehow almost sweet as warm honey apple pie, fresh from the oven. “Now, it ain’t your fault. See, your daddy was no good either.”… more
Y’all Motherfuckers Are Blocking The Way To The Library
FLASH FICTION by Wade HarrisThe goddamn football stadium and the streets are filled with ads and flags supporting future brain damage survivors and NFL flunkies. Never mind the fact all that brain injury makes them into sad, violent, adult children. That doesn’t matter. What does matter?… more
Buck Up, Slim
FLASH FICTION by Rick Byrne“Buck up, Slim” was his catchphrase. It was the kind of catchphrase that stuck. The kind that gets hung on you like a life sentence in a show that started in black and white and went technicolor in season 2.… more
The Third Less-Hot Hemsworth
FLASH FICTION by Sumitra SIngamLife is a fucking roo and you’ve got to punch it in the dick before it knocks you out.… more
Do You Know Mr. Brown?
FLASH FICTION by Michael Anthony RanfoneHe’s been dead maybe ten minutes. Maybe thirty. Long enough for the ice in his Jameson-and-ginger to turn thin, to drift apart, their edges fraying into the map of something broken.… more
Timing Is Everything
FLASH FICTION by J S KhanAnd—in that moment—she thought she was happy, but really, she was just drunk… more
Dad Jokes
FLASH FICTION by Christina TudorKnock, knock, you said. What? I said. You’re supposed to say who’s there, you said. Oh, I said, sorry, go again. No, you said, you ruined it.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Nancy S. KovenThe arm snakes through the upside-down window, cuts a ninety-degree turn at the elbow, palm open in salutation. I only see the forearm: freckled, hardworking, like it belongs to an all-around good chap. It’s been waving a while. Now, it’s waving at me.… more
Tragicomic Times on a Kitchen Night
FLASH FICTION by R.S. NelsonHe twirls me around and then lifts me on the kitchen counter and starts singing loudly in his broken English. I shush him but he doesn’t stop. He dances in circles while the pan catches on fire and the smoke of burnt chicken fills up my nostrils.… more
