The Truth Is — by Stephanie Buesinger
1. Ingredients I try to find solace in the little things. Making bread, for example. The refuge of repetition as I knead the dough, fingers… Read More »The Truth Is — by Stephanie Buesinger
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Here, from Outer Space–by Mackenzie Singh
At the sculpture park we fail to connect. By connect, I mean recover. And so, we stack rocks. In silence we balance them without great… Read More »Here, from Outer Space–by Mackenzie Singh
Story in Blank Space #1–by Kris Broughton
(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 in Her Element–by Phoebe Brueckner
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
The Newcomer–by Kay Smith-Blum
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
Time. Lost Ears. Pain. Three micro-fictions by Sarah Alderfer
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
Bulb-Shaped–by Jeffrey Bakkensen
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
Backroad
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
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
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