“He’s hiding from God,” she said.… more
Tag Archives: flash fiction
Both Nasty and Biblical
FICTION by Jared PovandaIt was what they had both wanted. Pulsing club music. Alan’s hands on the man’s hips. A bright smile with a wicked hook. When they kissed, it had been more like crashing. Collision.… more
THE HAT BOX
FICTION by Samuel J AdamsThe warden stood at the barbed guardrails of the south tower, looked upon the yard, and removed his cap. The December air chilled his nose, pinched his cheeks, and iced along his thinning scalp. And yet even as he shivered, he knew it was insufficient: this cold was not enough to make the prisoners wear the hats.… more
Young God in Gym Class
FICTION by Joe SackstederYoung God pulls his Dream Team from a roadside culvert, spins Lucifer from cornsilk—because not having a favorite is beyond even God’s young powers.… more
Three Stories
FICTION by Luke RolfesI can tell by the elliptical pupils—its cat eyes. The single mother is right. This snake is a viper. … more
Look What You Made Me Do
FICTION by Megan PillowIn the kitchen, Leta puts on dishwashing gloves, pulls a plastic bag from under the sink. In the backyard twilight, she scoops the cat carcass up, dumps it in the bag. The intestines coil at the bottom like a glistening snake. Behind her, Jack shifts in his pen, catching the scent of blood again, and she hisses at him, a warning. She ties the bag tight, shivers, holds it to her chest. Where to put it now? … more
I Hope You Know I Love You, Even Though
FICTION by Kim Magowan…even though you like to win; even though you tricked me, telling me it would just be the two of us, but when we got to the restaurant, Georgia was there (and though it was the first time I ever saw her, I recognized her, her smile as sharp as a hook)…… more
Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh
FICTION by Dog CavanaughIf you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. … more
Mermaid and Seaworm
FICTION by Michael PlaceShe said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.… more
Barmaley Fountain
FICTION by John TalbirdIn his mind, he goes to a place where he holds the hands of his school chums as they laugh and run in a circle, a snapping crocodile at the center of their daisy chain of limbs. His cousin, Elizabeth, just misses losing her black shoe in the snapping jaws and the children laugh. … more
