I used to think toughness was armor. Now I think it’s trust—running straight at the world believing it might love you back.… more
Tag Archives: Humor
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Adrian WestonMy momma always told me, “Son,”—that’s how I knew she was talkin’ to me. She’d say, “Son, you ain’t no good.” No sugar, no salt—but somehow almost sweet as warm honey apple pie, fresh from the oven. “Now, it ain’t your fault. See, your daddy was no good either.”… more
My Dads’ Cars
FLASH FICTION by Travis FlattWhen I roll in to drive, Dad Bluetooth’s AC/DC or Metallica—some 90s stuff— on the soundsystem, crazy loud. We have to shout over it while he tells me how to switch gears; I pretend like I don’t know how while he pretends not to notice me pretending. … more
The Newly Divorced Guy’s Homestyle Fish Stew
FLASH FICTION by Travis FlattPick a goddamn fish, you’re holding up the line. Just buy whatever’s cheapest. Watch the fishmonger crunch the fish from the ice and plop it on the board to filet. When he asks if he should “bone it,” go ahead and laugh, but say, “No.” Where will you be if you don’t learn to bone a fish? … more
In Memoriam—Mr Finkel’s Birthday Cake
FLASH FICTION by Rebecca FieldMr Finkel’s Malteser birthday cake, aged 5 hours, passed away between 6 and 6:25pm on 23rd April 2024. Weighing up the facts like baking ingredients, Mrs Finkel decided that her husband absolutely did not deserve a birthday cake, much less the effort she had put into creating it.… more
Visit Clearwater Beach!
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Bailey SimsDon’t blame yourself that you expected the bartender’s age to equate to maturity. It’s not your fault that your dad died four months ago and he never showed you an example of a good man anyway. It’s not your fault that you’re the worst kind of cliche now.… more
What Danza Did to Dad
FICTION by Travis FlattWe all get up and go outside to finish the deal. I bring my slice along to watch, folded because we’re in New York and when in Rome. Outside, it’s seventy-five degrees. Tony’s jacket seems excessive, but, hey, he’s the boss. … more
Little Rambo’s Fang
FICTION by Brodie LoweHis parents called him Little Rambo because he liked watching Stallone manhandle the bad guys on an old VHS tape. He rewound the tape over and over until he copied Rambo’s posture the right way and shot his own little arrow through the air into mimosa trees lining their property. He ran through the woods and jumped over fallen pine, charging after imaginary enemies, calling out and telling them that he was coming for them.… more
Soft Talk
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Elaine BuckleyI just started talking to myself. I’m not sure it’s a good thing.… more
Visitations
FICTION by M.C. SchmidtIt occurred to him to kiss her on her sleeping check, but he couldn’t shake the thought that the gloss of vodka on his lips would leave a permanent sanitized mark, a bleached, diamond-shaped tag that would mar her face for life. So he closed her door and stumbled down the hall to the kitchen to top himself off.… more
