Hungry – flash fiction by Molly Marks
That sad bicentennial summer, fried pig skin hardened in Grandmother’s throat. Her face plumped as airways clogged with pork rind. A white plate dropped from… Read More »Hungry – flash fiction by Molly Marks
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The Way Home – flash fiction by Mark Russell Gelade
It is Easter Sunday and I am standing at the sink washing dishes as I tell you this. For me, doing the dishes often induces… Read More »The Way Home – flash fiction by Mark Russell Gelade
Appeal – flash fiction by Dan DeMarco
Avoid asking questions that begin with why. These questions sound like, Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die like this?… Read More »Appeal – flash fiction by Dan DeMarco
Rich Houses – memoir by Samantha Krause
I don’t remember how it started. It would be a summer night, or weekend winter morning, or Sunday afternoon anytime of year. The house would… Read More »Rich Houses – memoir by Samantha Krause
An Instance of Emotion – flash fiction by Bianca Radulescu-Banu
You’re dying. Of a sickness, to be exact. It doesn’t matter which; all that matters is that soon, your life will cease to exist. No… Read More »An Instance of Emotion – flash fiction by Bianca Radulescu-Banu
River Bottom – flash fiction by Misty Urban
She sat on the deep wooden porch in the chair her grandfather had made, and she rocked. The evening clouds, dark in their underbellies, clumped… Read More »River Bottom – flash fiction by Misty Urban
Eating Octopus – Essay by Judith Gille
1. My brother-in-law Andy and I decide to take his mother (my mother-in-law) out for a “Last Supper.” We are calling it that because she… Read More »Eating Octopus – Essay by Judith Gille
Above Lyman’s Riffle
Memoir by James Ross Kelly The old man’s house was falling down ten years after his death; twenty-years after, the whole south face of Lyman… Read More »Above Lyman’s Riffle
Conspirators – Fiction by Judith Serin
When Clive broke up with Clara, who worries if she is intelligent, he told her that their relationship was only sexual. When he left… Read More »Conspirators – Fiction by Judith Serin
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Flash Fiction by Ric Hoeben
Here, it reeked something sulphurous of an election day, and none of the big political names meant anything of significance to me. All I craved… Read More »Bloodwork at 341
Flash Fiction by Ric Hoeben