“I’ve been washed in the blood of Jesus Christ,” he shouted as he approached the Reverend Simms. “That is why I know that He’ll forgive me this trespass.” With that, he removed a gleaming pistol from his hip pocket. “I am in need of that offering.”… more
Category Archives: FLASH FICTION
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Alex CarriganOn the television mounted on the wall, Sally Fields is crying at her daughter’s funeral. Next to me, a twink orders a drink called Unicorn Tears.… more
Pertusaria tejocotensis on the Cover of Nature
FLASH FICTION by Joanna TheissOnly she could make his thallus glisten like that, only she could make him enlarge even in drought.… more
Trick of Perspective
FLASH FICTION by Cathy UlrichYou will remember how, that morning, your mother cut herself shaving and swore in her native tongue. Your father always called it gibberish, but there was something beautiful in it, you thought, more than his assholes and cocksuckers and shut the hell ups.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Lauren Hwang-FinkWe made cracks about big industry, men in power—Chevron pumping liquidized dinosaurs, Bolsonaro hacking the Amazon to toothpicks. Someone somewhere was sucking all the rainclouds out of California. Maybe it was plastics. We didn’t know.… more
The Ballad of Patsy Swine
FLASH FICTION by CortezI decided I loved her because the first time we fucked I was flung suddenly and viscerally into a childhood memory of the county fair pig races.… more
Yes, Martha
FLASH FICTION by J. Edward KruftOur dogs, George and Martha—both of them boys—were named such because our parents were literature—not history—buffs, and were narcissists and sadists and had kids (2!) so that we—my brother and I, that is—had no idea why/how we were the brutal transferences of their lives.… more
Second Act
FLASH FICTION by Chad KochIf I knew when I started exploring the furry scene that I’d be here two hours later, I would’ve at least bought white mittens beforehand.… more
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Dave NashIn the cave, I tell you that I imagined death was a man. A man who drives a black jacked-up pickup. A man who compensates. A man unable to love, to connect, to express himself originally. A man capable of violence vengeance rhetoric. A man who smashes my skull like a squirrel on the blacktop, roadkill, man kills.… more
Freebird Lands
FLASH FICTION by Anne AnthonyLater this afternoon, his daughter would catch her flight to Atlanta after dumping him in this latest waystation of life. Her eyebrows pinched forward like her mama’s did when he stumbled home late or lost another job due to his affection for long legs and curves he couldn’t resist.… more
