“Man” means a set of expectations you inherit like debt with interest that compounds in silence. “Soft” means breach. “Crying” means loss of data, irrecoverable. “Fear” means user error, correct immediately. You scroll. You don’t read. Nobody reads.… more
Category Archives: FLASH FICTION
You Said
FLASH FICTION by Dina PerthakinesAC conked out a week ago and the fan’s just blowing hot air around. The City is fucking loud and one asshole won’t stop laying on the horn. Thought I’d be inside you tonight. You said. Waited all summer.… more
What I Should Have Done
FLASH FICTION by Susan IsraelDad was in Da Nang when I was born, so he wasn’t there pacing, wearing holes in the maternity ward carpeting, making funny faces at the bassinet just beyond his reach. He was loading an M16. He named it after me.… more
Bagels
FLASH FICTION by Mikki Aronoff“Where are our darlings?” we ask, on our knees, patting the ground, groping around in the dark. We’ve eaten your bagels with shmear!… more
Magnet
FLASH FICTION by Jeff BurdWas Paula part of God’s plan? Or were you following your dick’s plan? Either way, one of you is a massive asshole.… more
Joe
FLASH FICTION by Oliver CubillosI see a billboard from the church across the street, and it says God Will Wash Away All Tears, but between the dusty glass and the little girl in the window, the last word is covered, so it reads all scary-like: no tears, no tears, no tears.… more
DO NOT CHEW
FLASH FICTION by Amanda LeeWhen we both caught the flu (him from his recent trip to Japan, and I from tonguing him for two hours on Sunday night), I found myself on my knees. “Please, Doc,” I said at the clinic, desperate, “Tell us we shouldn’t chew these pills.”… more
Peter Pan is a fuckboy
FLASH FICTION by Samantha HundJug wine never pretends to be something it isn’t, and if you’re drinking it you’re probably past the pretense too. Jug wine is the definition of punk rock.… more
You’re Up, Baby!
FLASH FICTION by Audrey JiggettsThey’ll find each other in the dairy aisle, and she’ll say, “Oh I was looking for you!” and he’ll go pull out his massive credit card and massive dick and maybe they’ll have sex right there, in front of the probiotic yogurt and alternative butter.… more
I Can’t Live Without My Radio
FLASH FICTION by Aaron F. SchnoreThey call me Randall here, a retired accountant. Once I was MC Assassin.… more
