The spiders died that night. Content continues after advertisement I saw them in my dreams â a tangle of black spreading across the hills, punctuated by jointed legs, flexing slowly in the heat. I found them in the bath tub, legs given way under the weight of their bodies. I …Read More »
Photo by Flickr user Tatters If you ask a small child to draw a tree, they will almost inevitably draw a brown rectangle topped by a cloud-shaped green blob. That’s what a tree looks like. We all know that. We recognise it instantly for what it is. Even children too …Read More »
The retreat was high in the hills and hundreds of years away. Here they rose with the Sun and slept with its setting, under low eaves, on rows of futons head to toe, occasionally visited by field mice. They took tea, chanted mantras, shared the daily tasks with few words …Read More »
The banquet room was dark and crowded. The walls stood dim and abyssal, wrapped in waves of glossy fabric cascading across the rippled periphery, ocean blue and glacial, like the walls of ice box covered in cold satin, glazed in indigo. Content continues after advertisement Maggie, noticing that her reception …Read More »
When your personal income for the year is $542, with $500 of that total coming from a tax write-off for donating a car to charity, you obviously have time to consider the world around you. You read a lot and start to notice patterns emerging in the culture you inhabit. …Read More »
» Five Billion Kilometers Closer to Heaven by Joshua Scully Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
When John Jurrjens finally sat down at the table, his knees felt brittle, and his extremities were numb. During the previous sixteen hours, he had painstakingly replaced the elevator motor, repaired damage done to the elevator shed by a recent ice floe, bored a four foot hole into the surface, …Read More »
The smoke curled out of the cigarette as he lay naked on the bed, muscles curling into each other. Delete. He walked like poetry, the slow grace of his movements rushing through her until all she could do was gasp. Delete. He sat on the porch, cheeks stained with tears, …Read More »
âRight mum, weâre off,â said Dylan. Content continues after advertisement âYou be careful now. Have you got lunch and all you need?â asked his mum. âOf course we’ve got everything. Iâm not five, Iâm almost eleven!â replied Dylan. âI know you are but there are still things you need to …Read More »
» An Obligation in Kalamazoo by Piper Davenport Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
“Where are you headed, sir?” That’s what the train conductor said to the man. He turned and looked away. The day was turning into night, but still there was just enough daylight that he could see his reflection in the spit-shined windowpane. With his hair combed back, with a slight …Read More »
Shall I share with you my deepest, darkest secrets or unburden to you my most daring confession, reveal a shockingly gruesome personal transgression? Content continues after advertisement Never mind, I don’t have time. Constrained by the New York rhythm of life, waltzing between pillar and pillar of social obligations, hiding …Read More »