I am no longer a child and know these efforts won’t atone for the sins of a father, transform a stranger into a mother, yet I keep going as if at some point I will be rewarded, handed whatever it is I seem to want from one of my almost-mothers.… more
Category Archives: FLASH NONFICTION
Almost like it’s easy to understand
FLASH NONFICTION by Ed SageIt’s not always clear what a hole is for.… more
they call you to pick up his things
FLASH NONFICTION by Merridawn DucklerI say we can burn some incense, scatter something on water, bang a drum, make an incantation, what in your opinion will be an act that is life affirming? You say I think there’s a Harley-Davidson dealership around here.… more
Indeterminate
FLASH NONFICTION by Rosalind KaplanRed is alarm, a fire, emergency, impending disaster. Red is blood, a jagged wound, the color of searing pain. Red is fury, volatility, a tantrum, the angry man who says you’re not enough or maybe you’re too much.… more
Two Essays
FLASH NONFICTION by H.L. DelaneyI used to think toughness was armor. Now I think it’s trust—running straight at the world believing it might love you back.… more
Two Essays
FLASH NONFICTION by Dominik SlusarczykPeople want to be sportsmen because sportsmen are rich. People want to be artists because of money as well. If binmen became millionaires everyone would want to be a binman.… more
War
FLASH NONFICTION by Ken RodgersDead men, dead rats, dead trees out on the ridge. As I ran, I shouted at God, gods, any goddamned god who’d made the world we lived in at that moment. Dead mothers, children with napalm-sizzled skin. I screamed fuck at God.… more
D’s Stories
FLASH NONFICTION by Sean Thomas DoughertyThe fact he wants to tell these stories tells me he wants to keep on breathing. He hasn’t given up yet. And when he sits outside on the bench and smokes, I see him staring off at the sky, his right arm gripping the wheel, turning down a back road, big wheels kicking up a hurricane of mud.
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Cosmic Brownie
FLASH NONFICTION by Josh OlsenOf all of the food and treats Kelso had eaten in his nearly thirteen years, the one thing we had never given him was chocolate, but on this, his final day, he partook. He loved it, of course. It’s fucking chocolate.… more
Objects as Possession
FLASH NONFICTION by Blake HC MihmWhat is more singularly human than to adorn our lives with objects. Objects that accompany us to a time bastardized by memory, that remind us in our isolation of people we can no longer hold. That split us open at the hinges and leave us bare to the world.… more
