In the twilight years, familiar lights grow dim. But are there others that might also flicker on?… more
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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
Jake Paul Beats Mike Tyson
FLASH FICTION by Timothy C GoodwinThis is what it felt like to be the first person whose sword is cracked in two by a metal slug, announcing the first hail of gunfire that demeans your fellow conquerors into an Oh-those-poor-bastards of a footnote.… more
Saguaro
FLASH FICTION by Meg PokrassHe points the camera at her bulbous green nubs, tastes salt on his cheeks for the first time in days, and touches her long, wispy white hair that reminds him of Myna’s. “Hey, I’ve started singing in the shower again,” he tells her, as if, like his late wife, she’ll be proud.… more
Bum Dog
FLASH FICTION by Nadim SilvermanLook here, they seemed to be saying. The man took my balls. I am the last of my line. I am the conclusion.… more
Pariah
FLASH FICTION by Jamy BondWhen I was in my 20s I’d think: I can do anything for a year. A year is nothing. I can snort coke every day; I can date a psychotic nymphomaniac. In my 30s I’d think: I can survive on unemployment; I can live without health insurance. I can sleep in my car. Now, a year feels like darkness where there will never be light.… more
Danny Boy
FLASH FICTION by Wilson KoewingMy grandma used to say, Ellie, you can’t fix crazy, but you might can help stupid, though only unlearnt stupid, not born and ingrained stupid cause that stupid’s bad as crazy.… more
Swivel
FLASH FICTION by Kathryn KulpaWhen I ask Danny what the poster means he says it’s like all the other stupid school posters and they all mean the same thing. “But what is it?” I ask. “Don’t do drugs,” Danny says.… more
Black Crows
FLASH FICTION by Ken RodgersI didn’t know shit about birds, but for some reason watching them made me hopeful. Maybe something about rebirth and all that shit.… more
Born Storyteller
FLASH FICTION by Anne AnthonyThe first time Mary Pat overheard Freebird mention how he lost his leg, he sat on the far side of the front porch with Miss Mildred who’d been widowed early in her marriage to a WWII marine. They watched squirrels gather twigs to build their nests in the poplar tree across from Silver Oaks Retirement Community’s parking lot.… more
