In the overgrown, ripening summer, four boys, elementary age, chase the day away. It is that magic hour, right after dinner, just before the dark comes and beds call. ...
The bar is dimly-lit yet I can still see his face laced with long, shoe-string tears. Continue Reading The Man With No Hands
She woke on the sand in the scorching daylight and tiptoed her fingers towards the gauze wrap of a woman dead beside her. Continue Reading Remaining Lost
A descriptive flash piece built of 3-word phrases. Continue Reading 3 Words
The old ways were coming back, too. Old tastes. Religion. Cigarettes. Casual racism, masturbation and chastity belts, and long, long fireside stories told on frigid winter nights. ...
At the café in the gardens, I order a coffee and a date muffin from the waitress. The sun shines down on the climbing roses. An assortment of reds and ...
What could be an endless ocean lay at the prow. Where the deep rosewood deck ends the dark water begins. Continue Reading End of the World Music
There were words strewn like spilt cereal all over the kitchen floor that morning, piles of subjectivity to be pushed aside before breakfast. Continue Reading How Much ...
Every year, they arrived overnight—hulking beasts of steel, purring in anticipation under the harvest moon. Their shoulders jutted over the trees. Continue Reading Carnival
The sky had slipped from bold in its blueness to a softer pastel, its pink-tinged glow reflected in the limpid sea. The local fishermen were busy at the far end ...
I didn’t even hear him come in. Just walked into the kitchen and found him sitting splay-legged at the table, cleaning his nails with a tiger claw threaded onto a ...
A long train trip home on endless steel rails through the swamp. Continue Reading Immortality
Contemplating the nature of evil.
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Subconscious communication between the pages of a diary.
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“I’m really starting to think the whole world’s just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.” ...
Calum Kerr, flash fiction writer and founder of National Flash Fiction Day, shares his tips on the clichés and mistakes that can send a submission straight to the reject pile. ...
He wanted a set of burnished keys that unlocked everything. He wanted a key to open bank vaults and executive suites, a key for molten doors on the surface of ...
This is not what I imagined when I asked God for a brother. I had thought of a boy like my best friend’s brother, four years older, who is gallant ...
Tania Hershman tells us what’s going on for this year’s National Flash Fiction Day this weekend, a celebration of the very short story. Continue Reading National Flash Fiction ...
“I mean, what are they gonna do if they wanna take ‘em back!?” I used to say. That was a joke of mine for a long time. Yeah, got a ...
