It is a pleasure to announce Litro’s nominations for the annual Best Small Fictions anthology. Congratulations to this year’s nominees. Continue Reading Our Best Small Fictions Nominations 2024
In this wintry poem, Diana delves into her childhood Christmases: loss, reinvention, and belonging. Continue Reading Winter
Quirkiness meets tradition amidst the whimsical chaos of Mierenhoop’s Fête de l’Âne, with Olivia, Santa the donkey, and a reluctant Uncle Ryan. A festive flash fiction. Continue Reading ...
Family trauma, China’s turbulent history, and the specter of death. ‘Invisible Wings’: a tale of survival, resilience, and magic. Continue Reading Invisible Wings
Experience the chilling beauty of ‘Pinnacle’ as winter’s grasp embraces high peaks, stirring reflections on life’s seasons. A stirring piece of flash. Continue Reading Pinnacle
Dive into a world where the floor turns to snow, and auroras light up the sky. Lekha’s winter dreamscape unfolds in a tale of friendship, longing, and self-discovery. ...
Demeter takes Persephone to concerts, cooking classes, pottery lessons. If she keeps throwing new possibilities up in the air like confetti, something will stick. Happiness will get caught under Persephone’s ...
Even after all these years, he couldn’t believe it’d happened while he was asleep. Curled up under the sheets, knees tucked. He never heard the screech of brakes, the impact ...
FAT TUESDAY I’m six or seven, and we’re standing on Canal Street, my dad, mom and sister, who’s too young to remember any of this. It’s late February but so ...
We knew about the Staten Island Hanger, everyone did, sitting on its own on a large lot near the New York Harbor, like you could bring something up from the ...
They flew into Miami at night and decided to go straight to the hotel. They were both hungry but too tired to look for a place to eat. They had ...
The trees are shades; hovering ghosts. I’m going to see my mother in her village. The compartment is warm; my wife is asleep. I can almost go to sleep myself. ...
I got you a notepad, son. You were always doodling and jotting things down. The pages of this one aren’t lined in case you want to doodle freely, but it ...
One day a hole fell into a man. The hole, which had known only cold ground, took an immediate liking to the soft warm insides of the man, while the ...
Four microfictions that dig into familial relationships in unexpected ways Continue Reading MICROFICTIONS
I can’t remember if the bench was wooden or metal or painted or plastic-coated or anything. Nor how it was structured—slatted throughout? A latticed back? A solid seat? No matter. ...
The rusted pickup truck parked outside ends your pursuit; you pause in the doorway, your eyes adjust to the haze and track the room, past the jukebox, past the all-you-can-eat ...