I guzzled the last beer from the mini-fridge, slammed the empty can on the bar, and crushed it with my sledge hammer. Content continues after advertisement Melissa hated my man-cave. It was no surprise that, when her father died, she announced weâd be converting my only place of escape into …Read More »
She slept like a comma under the comforter; he slept like a corpse on top. She was open like sunflowers; he retreated like a shrinking one. They were both still young. She believed in language; he believed in numbers. Five years ago, language and numbers merged and became a unifying …Read More »
I read the email through five times before I clicked send. I found myself checking for grammar just to be sure I sounded the superior party. Petty, but true. Should I end with ‘sincerely’, a nasty little spike to the addressee’s heart? Oh, yes, I’m SO sincere in spitting on …Read More »
âMommy, look at his big head!â Content continues after advertisement Nothing was held sacred, not even the head of a chief judge on a Sunday morning. The judge was going bald; sprinkles of white salted his temples dotting their way round to the tips where the hair stopped just short …Read More »
» Spitting and Crying on a Marriage in Turmoil by Nic Whitaker Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
It was one of those days in the middle of spring that come along to humble you and remind you that Mother Nature is the ultimate ego; spitting and crying at once, soaking you and freezing you and making you walk with your shoulders up around your ears and the …Read More »
» Dog Days and Starlit Nights By Angie J. Mayfield Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
It was love at first sight. He was ambling alongside the road with a McDonaldâs French fry box in his mouth, and something about those big sorrowful eyes, copper brown and pleading, tugged at my heart, and the steering wheel, forcing me to pull over and offer him a ride. …Read More »
Aunt Ellie had a secret past. As kids, we all instinctively recognised this from the way the family treated her. There were a lot of sidelong looks, lowered voices, and a general air of disapproval whenever her name was mentioned. Content continues after advertisement We all loved her. She was …Read More »
Somehow or other ten years had gone by and she lost her voice. Her name, Orpha, was the last word she ever spoke out loud. Spoken in a whisper, it sounded like Alpha, a promising beginning. But perhaps creation, once it has been opened with Alpha, can only be followed …Read More »
» or snake charming by Lindsey M. Brummerhop Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
there were once three pretty cowards. Content continues after advertisement i fell in love with each, and every, one. of. them. and then they ran. as i waved, then walked back into my house & wrote the stories they’d read years later and think to themselves, “fuck.” or, “of course.” …Read More »
From around a dense bramble choked bend, a lone swan emerged from dawnâs mist, dipping its head between reeds. âWhereâs your mate?â Fern asked. âDonât swans stay with their partners until one of them dies?â Tears stung at her own question. Behind her, from inside her car, the strains of …Read More »