I’d sit on his lap in a well-worn armchair while he watched TV and smoked his cigars, letting me take a drag or two. It was in these moments I fell in love with many things: the scent of tobacco on a man’s shirt, the stubble from his chin on my forehead, and the crack of the bat.… more
Category Archives: FLASH NONFICTION
Maybe North Carolina Can Cure Me, After All.
FLASH NONFICTION by Sophie NunbergI have fucked my life up and now I’m unemployed, smothering in the high August air of Greensboro, North Carolina. The nearest soul I know is sixty-seven miles away, but they rip ass on the highway here, I can make it under an hour.… more
Two Essays
FLASH NONFICTION by Naa Asheley AshiteyI woke up sobbing because God, in the form of my girlfriend, helped rest the pistol in my mouth and the last thing I heard was his laugh echoed over hers when she helped pull the trigger.… more
Stopping at Roses
FLASH NONFICTION by Lou StoreyI 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
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
