I wish there were giants. Real, human giants. You know. Twelve feet tall. Content continues after advertisement I was watching a program on the history channel the other night and a gentleman was showing his magnificent collection of antique guns and swords. He was most proud of a sword from …Read More »
photo by Jon Fife Odds are, you’re trying to write too many words a day. You’ve probably heard that you should write a thousand words per day. Or two thousand. Or five. Or ten. Or maybe you signed up for a program in which you (supposedly) write a novel in …Read More »
I was, I suppose you could say, in a PREpartum depression. Content continues after advertisement It started when my wife, Connie, decided it was time to have a baby. I was thirty-one and she was twenty-eight, a circumstance which I reminded her in my argument against the idea was no …Read More »
» A Saturday Round of Golf by Michael J. Cunningham Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
HOLE # 1, PAR 5, 516 YARDS, #3 HANDICAP, NOTE: WATER ON LEFT Content continues after advertisement “Got some crazy pussy last night,” Tom shouted to us. He was standing on the first tee taking practice swings. Larry skidded our cart to a stop near the ball washer. “Your wife …Read More »
Photo by AJC1 It’s been a hard year, writing-wise. A book I love isn’t being loved back by anyone in publishing at the moment. This book took more of my time and of my soul to finish than I’d like to admit, but in the publishing world, that’s never a …Read More »
I was sitting on top of a grassy hill that stood taller than all the other hills, high enough that it nearly touched the depths of the heavens. I looked out over the city of Fairview. A city that wasn’t what people imagined it to be. No skyscrapers, no busied …Read More »
» An excerpt from SLAM! BOOM! CRASH! by Wolf Larsen Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
Highways, factories, automobiles, noises, people, sirens, traffic lights, smog, smells, crowds, streetcorners, bars, beggars, factoryworkers, crackheads, officeworkers, blacks, whites, hookers, drunks, immigrants, yourmother, and more highrises and more automobiles, and more people and more noises and – And the smell of carbon monoxide everywhere; from the highways, the streets, the …Read More »
» The Man With Gray Hair by Mark Stewart Cassidy Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
The first day I saw him, others were ignoring him and, perhaps, the rest of the world meant little to him at this point. Certainly this part of the world, a bus stop near a doughnut-and-coffee place, its walls sticky red in the sun, with its pool tables and Pacheco. …Read More »
No matter how many times the hygienist interrupts her Rod and Gun Club wedding reception story to adjust the chair lamp, it keeps tilting back and blinding me. The torn utensil package lies caul-like, contorted on the metal tray. The white walls are saturated with the charred smell of old …Read More »
He had his head in his hands. Content continues after advertisement I leaned against the door frame in the bathroom; the desperately open display of human emotion on the floor before me seeped into my eyes as smoothly and coolly as the chill air ran up my bare legs and …Read More »