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 »
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 »