Center of Insurance Against Villains
speculative fiction by H.M. Wheat The neighborhood was built in the seventies and didn’t seem to have been upgraded at all since then. All the… Read More »Center of Insurance Against Villains
speculative fiction by H.M. Wheat The neighborhood was built in the seventies and didn’t seem to have been upgraded at all since then. All the… Read More »Center of Insurance Against Villains
“Everything falls apart eventually.” His words are a car on a hill, climbing gradually, curving at the top, racing down to dismal nothing. “What else is… Read More »Single Family Home– by Cathy Cruise
(the writer asserts that the empty space above represents all the stories of the known universe. He recommends that you stare at the blank white… Read More »Story in Blank Space #1–by Kris Broughton
Mel went down to the docks alone and hired a fishing boat, took it out all by herself. She brought with her a plentiful supply… Read More »Mel in Her Element–by Phoebe Brueckner
No one really noticed the newcomer. Mrs. Haggerty arrived during the doxology. She covered her cough with her palm, wishing her bunions would quiet down.… Read More »The Newcomer–by Kay Smith-Blum
Fellita is on a mission to kill the man who violated her granddaughter. He put his hand so far up Elena’s nalgas that he managed… Read More »Abuela’s Hammer–by Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley
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Time Do you think time can disappear without a trace, with no explanation? You’d think it’d be spun on wheels, but I think it has… Read More »Time. Lost Ears. Pain. Three micro-fictions by Sarah Alderfer
You took a stick and drew a circle in the leaves around us and the fire. “No one comes in or out.” We teased the… Read More »Bulb-Shaped–by Jeffrey Bakkensen
flash fiction by Vanessa Chan I recently injured my arm, so I cannot reach around my back. That means I have to put my bra… Read More »Bra
flash fiction by Brigid Ives I remember when I thought that racing down backroads was dangerous. Maybe it was my years living in the city… Read More »Backroad