Story background: I’m probably not the only person dealing with intrusive thoughts about everything I’ve ever said or done, or not said or not done, that I wish I could change. Sometimes I’ve wished I could shout at the past versions of myself.| Nightmare Magazine
I’ve always wondered, Papa—would you be this father if your mother had loved you? * I was visiting home after a year. This is how my father and I met, for days or a few weeks at a stretch since I left home for college, which was precisely seven days after my mother’s passing. Every … Continue reading He Relaxes When I’m Gone by Garima Chhikara| Lost Balloon
Each day, six classes: Numbers, Classifications, Letters, Names, Functions, and Deep Listening. All our parents wanted a nontraditional education or were otherwise indifferent and let us fall into …| Lost Balloon
COVER ART BY SUSAN POLLET FICTION CABBAGE SOUP WEEK BY NINA Y. MORAGON ONE OF GOD’S FAVORITES BY HAL WRIGHT CREEPS BY MELISSA BENTON BARKER THE NEED IN HER EYES BY RACHEL EPHRAIM &nbs…| Pithead Chapel
I can’t believe what I saw. Charlie and I sat in his living room. Toto, Charlie‘s dog, a rescue who seemed a mix of German Shepherd and poodle, sat quietly by Charlie’s side. I knew that Toto‘s pre…| roughwighting
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The horoscope read, “The universe hums. Slow down and listen.” Her maximalist bedroom glittered with gilded nonsense; clinomania kept her enthroned beneath silk. A jeweled clutch dangled by its strap. Beside her, The Hitchhiker’s Guide lay open. She dreamed herself Trillian, adrift with Zaphod Beeblebrox and Slartibartfast, their tongue-twister names as ordinary as tea in… Continue reading As tea in outer space→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
When he first showed me the crescent-shaped rash on his chest, right over his heart, I glanced at it from across the kitchen. My husband was fresh from the mid-summer garden, dripping fresh salty sweat on the floor. I knew better than to come too close, and there was always something. The cactus splinters in his hands, the twig in his eye, his darkened rotting toe. “Feel it!” He didn’t sound too desperate, so I said, “I’m not a doctor.” That afternoon, I scooped cookie dough. My h...| The Bookends Review
My dad sits on the couch after Thanksgiving dinner and announces he wants buried in Carhartt overalls. He’s 82, retired from the mines, and too cheap to buy Carhartt while he’s alive. “I hear they’re warm. Leave a clawhammer in the pocket.” He pats his jeans. “If you’re wrong, I’ll dig my way out.” My […]| Fractured
The television casts a garish parade of colors across your unlined brow. From the corner of the bar, you watch me, not the game, but drop your eyes when I meet your gaze. More mating whisper than mating call. Wesley, the sleepy-eyed bartender, spies my nearly-finished drink and ambles in my direction. The simple act […]| Fractured
Your older sister is the amusement park at the end of the boardwalk, the one that’s been in the mayor’s family for a century and looks it; the one the mayor doesn’t maintain because the newer one, halfway down and closer to the big hotels, gets all the foot traffic these days, so why bother? […]| Fractured
The woman’s name was lost in The Fall, as was so much else we once thought vital—seasons, rivers, uncharred air—but her image persists, has become indelible. The giant wall of white upon which her travesties are projected once yearly has become a mecca for all in this, our new world. The desert for miles around is littered with the bleached bones of those who would gaze upon her bare body, to confirm for themselves and their outposts that one such as her ever actually existed.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
By the time he went to reclaim himself, it was too late. As a young man, he’d realized there was a power to being alone. Relationships were tethers that held you back, sapped you of strength, of will. People were poison. And not all poisons were bad; sometimes the toxic taste, the caustic kiss, was a good thing. But too much killed you all the same. No matter how alive it made him feel in the moment, he knew that in the end, it would cost him.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
A brief scene. After the Funeral “I fancy a Scotch.” “Now, Dad, you mustn’t go drowning your sorrows,” said Alice. “Are you sure you’re alright tonight? You’re welcome to stay with us.” “Thanks, love. I’ll be fine.” “You don’t want to sit here moping on your own.” He wouldn’t be. Tomorrow he was adopting a … Continue reading What to post when you’ve nothing to post…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
COVER ART BY NATALIE NEE FICTION ANY MAN’S BETTER THAN NO MAN AT ALL BY BIZZY COY DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG DOG BY KATIE BURGESS HI…| Pithead Chapel
I actually read 15 collections in total for Short Story September. I’m finally catching up on reviews, though I’m aware that I’ve missed out on Lisa’s link-up. (My other reviews: Heiny, Mackay, McEwan; the BBC National Short Story Award 2025 anthology; Donoghue, Grass, Isherwood, Mansfield as part of my Germany reading.) To keep it simple […]| Bookish Beck
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“Who told you it’s empty? I saw light there last week,” chided little Mary. “Everyone knows that house has been vacant for years, Mary.” Joe couldn’t believe the stories his sister came up with these days. For a five-year-old, she was quite creative. “Stop lying, Mary,” scolded Joe. … More The Vacant House| Void Thoughts
CrowsBy Hugh Behm-Steinberg A crow, a big one, lands on the fence around the bins at the edge of the parking lot. I’m in our car, doomscrolling. It’s October, still broiling; I’m waiting in the onl…| BRILLIANT FLASH FICTION
I’m clean. I was clean five minutes ago. I scrubbed every inch of skin, washed my hair twice. Now I stand as the water streams over my body. The shower curtain is clear plastic. On the other side, standing before the mirror, Henry shoots the dope into his arm. I can’t see him with any clarity. All I see is the shape of his body, the minimal movements of his arms. He told me to stay in the shower until he was finished. Can’t stand being watched, he said. This is private, he said. You don...| Fractured
Winter lay down fat in its white robe as if to die. The war was over, and he ached to get home after years of service in foreign parts. The villagers kept cramming his mouth with sausages and boiled cabbage and the grime of their fingers. They had made him their own. The leave-taking took […]| Fractured
Dear Dr. Erzsébet Krajcsik-Nagy, I am contacting you as a member of the general public, and not as a fellow scholar, though I must say my chosen field of art history does have certain similarities to yours. I read the interview with you in the online edition of the Plains Dispatch with great interest, and went on to seek out your research article mentioned therein, titled “On an Unusual Kind of Spatially Distributed Haunting.” I believe I have additional information which could shed ligh...| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
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Meghan was amazed at how a simple shift in attitude could transform her entire day. Just an hour earlier, before the clock had even struck eight, she was convinced it was going to be one of those difficult days where nothing went right and everything seemed to fall apart. … More The Ripple of Kindness| Void Thoughts
When I proposed to Caroline, I told her that as long as we lived I would deny her nothing, but I had one request for myself: that we fulfill my own lifelong dream and build a haunted mansion for us. Caroline was amenable to this.| Nightmare MagazineRSS - Nightmare Magazine
“It says here that when Leonardo Da Vinci died, he asked forgiveness for not using his art to the fullest of his abilities. That somehow, he had failed God and mankind.” A lanky man with a thick red scarf around his neck folded his newspaper, stuffed it into his jacket pocket, and turned to his companion not expecting an answer. The two men had stopped to take a break from their afternoon walk, sitting down on a bench overlooking a stretch of beach that surrendered to waves, the bay, th...| The Bookends Review
I sit at the dining table, and the warm spring sun falls on an empty sheet of paper. I draw almost every day now. And no matter what I start to draw, I see myself in the end. The day before yesterday, I was a tennis ball. A green one, with light lines wrapping around my body. Such balls are usually picked up by men in snow-white shorts. Those with strong hands and stressful jobs. They grab the ball, lift the racket, and swing it against the wall. Just to have fun and relax. “Stupid ball!”...| The Bookends Review
When the school in Japan asked in her interview why she wanted to teach overseas, she didn’t give the real reason: that it had been an ear infection. Her parents had rented a lake house for early July. The first day, water had gone into her ear and had stayed in, resisting head shakes and leg kicks. She was the oldest of four. When she was younger, relatives called her “Young Mother Hen” because she changed diapers, helped with homework, and, later, drove her brothers and sister to thei...| The Bookends Review
The place I came from, the port across the sea of stars, the isle town edged with sturgeon scales, was built on basalt. The place I came to, the city at the centre of the field of view, the once-ringed origin of dreams, was too large and too important to answer to a single kind of rock, but the first I encountered there was an unpolished railing of coarse-grained granite—the kind that leaves little slivers behind in your palm, but when you go to investigate you find they are only imprints w...| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
I’m going to explain everything, I promise, but we don’t have much time. For now, you just have to trust me. In three seconds, I need you to raise your right hand. You know, like you’ve got a question in school. (Shouldn’t be too hard; I know you’ve got tons of questions.) Okay—wonderful. By now you must have raised your hand, or we’d both be gone already.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
In addition to the off-kilter aesthetics and the incredible roster of badass writers, I was struck by just how dedicated and lo-fi Kitty Snacks appeared to be. We know that literary journals often come from a deep place of admiration and love, and to see this piece of literary past is akin to napping under a handmade quilt, hearing an old 45 as it spins, taking a sip of localized, antiquated soda.| The Cincinnati Review
The platter with the tea trembled in my hands. The teaware was glass, our finest, translucent rosebuds rising out of the sloping sides, rounded and gentle under cupped hands. If I dropped it, my sk…| Lost Balloon
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There’s an eye in the back of my husband’s head. It opens only after he’s fallen asleep, lid splitting silent as a dream in the night. My husband’s eyes are amber, no brighter than a penny in the sun. The eye on the back of his head is different. It looks out at me through his dark hair, pupil white and glowing.| Nightmare Magazine
One time at a convention I ran across the Man of Flowers, the Superman of Daffodils, a long-haired guy, indestructible (of course), who slept in his car and drank a lot of cough syrup and didn’t really fight crime, unless the crimes were happening pretty close by. He was old by then, maybe fifty years old, but with stubble and green eyes and that ageless Tom Petty So-Cal face, and we’d gotten used to the idea that this particular ubermensch was more super-hero vibe than actuality.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
Nigel’s mother wants you to wear the lily-white wedding gown with a tiara headpiece and a thin gauzy veil. She is a Catholic Brahmin matriarch. Your mother, a Hindu Brahmin matriarch, wants you to wear a red and yellow Kanjeevaram silk saree with a shiny zari border in paisley design. You wear a cream raw … Continue reading Bridal Wear by Brunda Moka-Dias| Lost Balloon
An accounting, since you tend to divide the world into what’s yours and what can never be. The silver sleeve of a Frosted Blueberry Pop-Tart packet on the kitchen counter, one left. Your daughter n…| Lost Balloon
The soccer field was a miracle, an oval of fenced-in grass behind a middle school, where she could train her new small dog, play with it until it trusted her, understood their togetherness. She hop…| Okay Donkey
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Defense Attorney John Yurasov: Earlier you referred to this trial as a circus. Can you explain what you meant? Defendant Michaela Xiao: I don’t mean it was corrupt. Though that’s very possible. I just mean that the conclusion was always foregone.| Lightspeed Magazine
Most of us speak and eat/swallow without thinking about how complicated these processes actually are, how a single malfunction in the system can completely alter how we live or interact with others. A few years back, I accompanied an elderly family member to their first swallow test.| Nightmare MagazineRSS - Nightmare Magazine
Dad went out to get the milk and came back with two scars on his upper chin and a brand from the Druid King on his right thigh. He stumbled through the door like it was nothing; face scarred; eyes full of light. Mum and Tega and I were eating dinner. We didn’t notice when he stepped through the door. “Milk’s cold,” Mum said, not taking her eyes away from the TV. These days, she hardly seemed to care.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
by Deborah Z Adams She packs essentials: wine, Oreos, candles, and thirteen copies of the spell printed in 24-point font, because they all misplace their glasses. And their keys and some nouns. Despite these lapses, their youth is still sharp-edged and full-color. One flew the friendly skies until matrimony and company policy collided. One taught […]| The Lit Nerds
A piercing morning sun promised no relief but only more heat as the carefully tanned woman stood waiting with the little girl in her overly heavy dress and orthopedic shoes. The woman was sporting faux haute couture in crisp white shorts and a mind-blowing bright blue halter, her blonde hair carefully arranged in a silky ponytail. Delicate leather sandals with a troublesome strap were a bit loose, but she loved the look. Sunglasses, not Bentley Platinum but knockoffs, shielded her eyes from t...| The Bookends Review
The bruises bloom like purple flowers. Hibiscus perhaps. Hibiscus rosa-sinensis. The marks will fade to a deep blue. Like cineraria. Cineraria senetti. After that, a sickly yellow. Tansy. Tanacetum vulgare. You recite the names in your head, your mouth forming soundless words. A hairline fracture in the ceiling captures your attention. An imperfection in the| Fractured - Flash Fiction Magazine
I saw my first picture of spontaneous human combustion in fourth grade. A black and white photo of shoe and ash. Laces in bunny ears. Mom taught me the bunny ear song to help me learn to tie my sho…| Lost Balloon
Dispatch #1. [INAUDIBLE] . . . but hopefully I’ve got the recorder working now. This is Dr. Nathaniel Letheford, Director, Alliance for Military Neutralization and Eradication of Sensitive Incidents and Atrocities. I have been inserted into conflict zone W-924/B for sample collection.| Lightspeed Magazine
My mother died of a massive stroke, but she swears she didn’t. Dropped down dead right there at the breakfast buffet, then climbed back up to her feet—pardon me, she said to the coveralled man behi…| Okay Donkey
She stows her carry-on in the overhead compartment, then sits next to the window. Unfortunately, this is not a trip for pleasure. Nor is it for business. Stacey sits quietly, barely acknowledging t…| roughwighting
“At the time of the episode,” Dr. Levin said at the conference, “Subject C didn’t recall it was her birthday. When prompted, she said, ‘I feel like an invalid.’” It was, he noted, a revealing momen…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
**************************************** UNICORN NO MORE ********* This is the 123rd and****** Last Ever****** UNICORN CHALLENGE ****************************************** Visit Jenne Gray to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.Or on your own blog, and stick the link down … Continue reading →| Sound Bite Fiction
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We all know, by now, how common time loops are. In less than a decade, they’ve moved from the realm of SF movies into the slightly less-realistic realm of self-help books---most famously, Moving On: How to Keep Going When Time Literally Stops.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
Tyler Moore’s spells strive to exist in and of themselves. They make no excuse or justification for their existence: no promise to speak to the dead, predict next year’s grain or gold prices, or read the mind of lawyers during a hostile takeover. They are simply beautiful, challenging, and awe-inducing.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
We trekked our way through glorious scenery that year. The Teton mountains witnessed our love grow as we explored their many trails. We held hands walking through fields of wildflowers as spring bloomed. That summer we ran along Jenny Lake… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
After the hostage townsfolk are freed, the bandits run off or gunned down in the street, and a fine speech given by the rotund mayor, after one last ‘adios’ dropped to a freckled/gap-toothed adolescent before the hero rides into the sunset, the town remains. The woman waving her handkerchief turns away at last, goes back … Continue reading The Town Is Not Saved by Brandon Forinash| Lost Balloon
He slapped me three plastic bullets and a gun. “Aim at the prize,” a toothpick danced between his lips as he spoke. I took the gun and aimed at the sheep doll across the counter. Aim. Hit. Miss. Fr…| Lost Balloon
First Place Winners, Finalists, and Honorable Mentions of the 59th New Millennium Writing Awards!| New Millennium Writings
59th NMW Award for Flash Fiction. JR Fenn of Rochester, New York for “Memory Box” The creative elements Fenn weaves together here—the world-building, story arcs, and depths of character…| New Millennium Writings
“It’s right under your nose! Can’t you tell?” Cindy asks, with obvious impatience. “Nothing is under my nose nor under anything else on my body. You’re looking for something that’s just not there,”…| roughwighting
The Unicorn Challenge. A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.Or on your own blog, and … Continue reading →| Sound Bite Fiction
Copyright Ayr/Gray The Unicorn Challenge. A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in…| Sound Bite Fiction
Ten Days After Grandma’s FuneralBy Roberta Beary Mom tells me to go to the A&P for filet of flounder. The Man From U.N.C.L.E. is about to start. She can hear the theme music. And she know…| BRILLIANT FLASH FICTION
The hearth is a trope of holiday songs and stories. It’s a warm place in a cold time, and families gather around it---for love, laughter, storytelling, a cup of cheer. This short story is an attempt at redefinition. I’m taking the familiar and approaching it from an unfamiliar, upsetting angle.| Nightmare Magazine
We’re excited to announce the books we’ll be publishing in the next couple of years*. These were chosen from the open submission period we had this year. It was an enlightening way to discover several new writers that we didn’t know about and to plan ahead for an exciting future of projects. Out of over […]| Future Tense Books
The Unicorn Challenge. A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.Or on your own blog, and … Continue reading →| Sound Bite Fiction
Copyright Ayr/Gray The Unicorn Challenge. A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in…| Sound Bite Fiction
Back in February 2024, I posted a very short story called “A Series of Locks.” It came to mind in pondering which stories and poems that I’d like to translate into a video (a list that keeps growing!). The idea for a keyhole came quickly for how to frame illustrations in the video. Later, I… Continue reading Series of Locks — now a video→| Dave Williams
Every once in a while I am lucky enough to disgorge a story almost fully formed from the get go. This one was born from a stew of rising fury with ambient misogyny, irritation with discourse about the declining art of music playlist design.| Nightmare MagazineRSS - Nightmare Magazine
The Unicorn Challenge. A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.Or on your own blog, and … Continue reading →| Sound Bite Fiction
Flash fiction is like a short story, but it’s actually an even shorter story. If you’re ready to try your hand at this creative art form, use our list of 42 flash fiction prompts to get started!| JournalBuddies.com
Corey Farrenkopf Congratulations to Corey Farrenkopf from Brilliant Flash Fiction. Roofing in Warm Weather (Brilliant Flash Fiction, September 30, 2024) will be included in the 2025 Best Small Fict…| BRILLIANT FLASH FICTION
I like to people-watch. It’s fun to imagine stories about the humans who cross your path. I was at the mall today and couldn’t help but notice the woman strutting down the corridor in front of me. I thought she... Continue Reading →| Sue Spitulnik
It’s one week before the total solar eclipse that is going directly over our city in Western New York State on April 8, 2024. My phone rings about 10:00 AM and it’s my son calling. Often that timing means something... Continue Reading →| Sue Spitulnik
NMW Winner | America, One Year from Now Writing Contest Hayley Igarashi Thomas of New Market, Maryland for “No Land Is My Land"| New Millennium Writings
Winners and Finalists of our America, One Year from Now Awards!| New Millennium Writings
Flash fiction is an ultra-small story, but I had no idea so many platforms were looking to publish them. Some even even deliver cash prizes!| WriterSanctuary
GRADUATION DAYBy CC King A four-by-six color photograph of my father and me staring out over the field behind the gymnasium at my high school. The picture was taken in San Jose the day of my gradua…| BRILLIANT FLASH FICTION
File a ReportBy H. A. Eugene One warm summer evening a boy had the bejeesus scared out of him by an object hovering in the night sky that was bigger than the mountain it loomed over, and emanated a…| BRILLIANT FLASH FICTION
Since our update in February, six more pieces of our writer’s fiction have seen publication....| still eating oranges
It is now public information: our writer’s short anti-story “The Toothbrush Vanguard” has been...| still eating oranges
Everything would end, the sky was a dead-blood red, and the world could thank Ichabod and Rupert...| still eating oranges
Gerald looked up at the sky, wiping his hands on his overalls. The rain is coming again. It will be arduous, and the crops will probably fail. However, after that comes the season of plenty. The crops will grow. They’d better. Marcus, his son, walked along carrying two milk buckets. They exchanged glances. “Come here,” Gerald said, taking off his tattered Stetson and dropping it on the porch beside him. “We have to talk” “I’ve got to get the milk over to the...| The Bookends Review
Photo: Justine Camacho We Have Little Time Left I should have listened to the doctors who said I can converse with you, even if you aren’t able to respond. I should have caressed your hands, your papery skin. I should have kissed your palms instead of withdrawing and submerging into worry after your stroke. Never […]|
I played a male Night Elf druid named Siladan Wintersinger.| FIVE SOUTH
#unicornchallenge – October 18, 2024 She knew they shouldn’t be here, but Jim was insistent that they visit this club that had great rock and roll music, It was on the South side of Chicago in the U.S. It was a rough part of the city. She gave in after he assured her it would […]| The Write Scribe
#FridayFictioneers – October 17, 2024 Photo Prompt @ Lori Wilson It had been a wonderful trip. She had finally arrived in her favorite city. The last stop. She was looking forward to seeing a special person. They were to meet in a bar there. She left dinner early and started to walk toward the bar […]| The Write Scribe
I’ve done the mantra: I’m a brilliant romantic comedy novelist, with a plot that rivals any rom-com flick. But I’m staring at my page like it’s my ex at a wedding. Fear not! Enter the glorious 100 words a day rule. I’ve been experimenting with writing this way for a while, and I’ve got to […]| Nefny Writes
#unicornchallenge- October 10, 2024 She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Her evening constitutional had been challenging today. It was wet and foggy. She wasn’t sure how far she had come. The old woman gazed up the hill that bordered her walking path. Two children, wrapped up warmly, were playing on the side […]| The Write Scribe
#unicorn challenge – October 4, 2024 She got out of bed and trudged through the living room. The place had been trashed. She supposed it happened last night. She was having a hard time remembering. She was so glad their daughter had been at a sleepover. As she made her way through the house, it […]| The Write Scribe
NOTHING ELSE TO LOVEBy Pamela Painter This room is supposed to assist me in living but it is a sorry sight. Lumpy bed. Lumpy chair. Potty chair. Bed. TV. Hate TV. Dresser with two drawers too hard to open. Nothing in them anyway. Bed. Did I say bed? Bed. A squeaky walker as chatty as … Continue reading SEPTEMBER 2024| BRILLIANT FLASH FICTION
#unicornchallenge – September 24, 2024 He heard the growl of the plane and saw the contrails it left visible in the sky. He was in the parking lot of this development and everyone around him was pointing skyward. What was so special about contrails left by a high-flying aircraft? The people started running toward the […]| The Write Scribe
#fridayfictioneers – September 20, 2024 She and her mother found it when they were cleaning out the attic. Several boxes of what some call uranium glass. Antique glass with a glow in the dark glaze on it from decades ago. She looked in her books about antique glassware and discovered that it is a much […]| The Write Scribe
TRIGGER WARNING #unicornchallenge – September 13, 2024 The first time she woke up, she was in his parent’s living room. Only partially conscious, she heard his parents tell him to take her home and face the consequences. The next time she was conscious, she was in her dad’s arms and he was picking her up […]| The Write Scribe
