What am I going to say to Ellen? How will she react when I tell her I’ve been fired? I suppose there’s no point in asking myself rhetorical questions. I know exactly what she’s going to say. Content continues after advertisement “Howard, how could you let this happen? How are …Read More »
The highway here goes on and on. Even in the twilight I can see a vast emptiness in all directions, with only this thin ribbon of pavement cutting through to assure the traveler he is tethered to earth. In mid-day, the heat rises off these flats with an intensity that …Read More »
We danced the Tango on newly-cut grass and across the white-gravel driveway, hopping more than gliding, stumbling and trying not to hurt each other. I was eight years old and she was my best friend. Content continues after advertisement There was no music, of course, except what we always heard …Read More »
Bill was my best friend from college, where we were both studying to become High School Math teachers. We were both in our late twenties, we both had wives and small children and were struggling to get through college and on to a better life. Content continues after advertisement We …Read More »
Elizabeth folded a plaid shirt, size eight–the same shirt she’d folded three times already. Her neighbor, Lara, volunteered to help her in the garage this spring morning for the sale, so Elizabeth let her pile the boy’s clothing and re-write some of the prices she’d written earlier on masking tape …Read More »
» Family Thanksgiving by Michael J. Cunningham Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
Often, usually around the holidays, my large, extended family causes me to go to my âHappy Placeâ (usually, The Bahamas). I can go there any time I want… without moving a muscle. All I do is look to the sky and make myself believe that it is the sky above …Read More »
‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshineYou make me happy when skies are grayYou’ll never know dear, how much I love youPlease don’t take my sunshine away’Jimmie Davis 1940 Content continues after advertisement He lay in the road and squinted up at the sun. The tar surface was hot and …Read More »
Whose Passion For Black Rock City Inspired It, And Whose Last Name I Do Not Know by Johnny Eponymous Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
Have you been to Burning Man? Content continues after advertisement My fears: the scents favored by those who dance for twelve hours straight on the playa to stay warm while listening to the freeze Nightdesert. I donât shy from Daydesertâs heat, the stinging rash that makes an umbrella penicillin, nor …Read More »
Nothing. Darkness. Cold darkness. Content continues after advertisement From the nothingness light congeals like a snake around a speck above my eyes, a foam of light, almost smoke. Then it rushes towards me, carrying brightness and electric pain. Light is everywhere, is everything, taking me as blind as before. It …Read More »
You smell good, she had said. Content continues after advertisement Mmm, she had said as she had nibbled his ear, and rubbed her hand over his chest and down his arm. He’d said nothing. I like the warmth of cuddling you in bed, she had said. I wanna hold you …Read More »