Sometimes We Choose What We Remember
Flash Fiction by Luke Allis The old cliché that time heals all wounds is simply complete bullshit. Time dulls the shock, but when you have… Read More »Sometimes We Choose What We Remember
Flash Fiction by Luke Allis The old cliché that time heals all wounds is simply complete bullshit. Time dulls the shock, but when you have… Read More »Sometimes We Choose What We Remember
I was taking a bath when the idea first occurred to me—the phone call which deprived me, forever I believe, of the good opinion of… Read More »CSI SUV – by Gloria Frym
Flash Fiction by Preston Gralla He stood behind her, not daring to touch her shoulder. He took a breath. Reached out. Then stopped himself. “Can… Read More »Whose Hand?
Flash Fiction by Andrew O’Kelley Calvin felt an itch arise near his ankle and willed it away. Steady, purposeful movements, his father had insisted. That… Read More »A Clear Shot
And then Urban plopped down in the seat next to me, filled it up with her rolls and rolls, tight in her tight T-shirt and… Read More »Urban – by Lila Dunlap
It’s the late spring when the plants perk up. You clear away the detritus of winter, give them a feed, begin to mulch. They lift… Read More »The Perfect Strawberry – by Tamsin Hopkins
flash fiction by A.W. Marshall “Feel it?” He had his fingers arranged in a circle, pressing against my chest like a little cage. “Not yet.”… Read More »The Crush
by Mark Sheerin He was on the road when they picked him up and it was night. There he was, large as life, in outsize… Read More »On the Nightwalk
I live in a triangle. It’s exactly 213 square miles. It’s a place of Indian curses, ghostly apparitions, cattle mutilations, gigantic snakes, low-flying UFOs, huge… Read More »I Live in a Triangle
by Stephen MacKinnon
Every time they buzzed our house back then, me, I’d go for the barn, to keep the horses from kicking their stall doors out. But the wife, she’d run out after them, see?