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 »
âHarry Johnson. Harry Wang. Just Wang. You know, wang. The little soldier. Willie. Captain Winkie, One eyed monster. Of course, Cock. Thatâs obvious, but he gives me theâwhuddayuh call it, the genealogy of it. Says, âRoosters is known for getting up in the morning.â Wink wink, he does, like Iâm …Read More »
Iâd got the call at about six-thirty the previous evening; Sunday – during âSongs of Praiseâ. Not that I was watching it. Content continues after advertisement âHow quickly can you get down to London tonight?â âTonight? I canât get there tonight; the last train has gone.â âOk, tomorrow, then?â âErr… …Read More »
I hit end on my phone and think of what I should to do next. On the one hand, I should feel devastated and begin pour my eyes out. I should collapse on my bed and not move for the rest of the night. That would be nice, but it …Read More »
» Build a Memory. Build a Bear. by Bryan Currie Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
Thereâs a copper-toned Queen in New York Harbor who, until recently, happily greeted visitors to the shores of our promised land. She now sits on Ellis Island politely checking green cards and work visas, reminding the huddled masses to wipe their feet on the way in, worried they might stay …Read More »
The blizzard commenced in earnest sometime between the appetizer and desert. My wife and I emerged into a snow-globe world where the flakes came down in clots as large as rabbit tails. The fresh snow erased the imperfections in a still-transforming area of the south Loop, painting the cracked sidewalks …Read More »