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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 day the VCR whirred, playing The Simpsons: Too Hot For TV videotape on date night. Outside, torrential rains slammed the windows, startling Daisy. She clambered up, showering Daniel with sloppy kisses. Susan groaned, but he laughed: “Awww, poor Daisy—she has a cromulent reason.” This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
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
“Drinking drivers/Nothing worse/They put the quart/before the hearse/ Burma-Shave” Series of roadside signs by Burma Shave, 1950s In the driveway sat the 1950 Buick Roadmaster Estate Station Wagon, its toothy grille like an angry steel smile, proud of its dynaflow automatic transmission, and wooden body side panels. The back of the car was packed with suitcases for a trip to my grandmother’s funeral five-hundred miles away. Dad was intent on making the trip there in one day, go to the s...| The Bookends Review
The couple at the next table has brought a three-year-old to the wedding reception. Martha sports a pinched look, but we do not speak. Words have failed us. The child’s mother pours herself a third refill from the bottle of red; the father devours a shrimp cocktail. Their eyes tick everywhere except towards their bundle […]| Fractured
One time, a porcelain doll lived within a music box. Beautiful, everyone who saw it said, pale skin and dark hair, raised en pointe with hands brushing the sky, forever dancing in an endless twirl. The doll was fragile; everyone knew that, but no one paid much mind. It was safe inside its music box, […]| Fractured
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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
COVER ART BY ERNEST WILLIAMSON III FICTION TEN MILES OF A RIVER BY THOMAS MIXON HAVE YOU SEEN ME? BY FRANCES ORROK DEADBOLT BY ROSS FEELER LUCKY ENOUGH BY LESLIE PIETRZYK NONFI…| Pithead Chapel
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 🇮🇱
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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
Mom lives in a little place off the old meat-packing district, the streets full of cobblestones peeking through asphalt as hipsters turn the bones of slaughterhouses into bespoke gin bars. It’s expensive.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
In Salemo, virtually the entire populace is kept in drudgery and toil. There are no public parks, nor libraries, nor song, nor wine, nor holidays. People slave away in seventy-two -hour workweeks, sustained by unnourishing meals of corn meal and grease, returning home to their miserable hovels at the end of each day to collapse on their stinking cots.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
Mom still has good days, some days. Those days, when I visit her at Alpine Rest, she knows who I am and asks how her grandson Jack is. On her not-so-good days, she tries to summon the Fire Cosmic and screams that I’m in league with Professor Incalculable.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
See now the misfortune of the thinking tenax. It is alone. The other tenaces have been chased away. Their gore stains the thinking tenax’s mandibles, and its roar drives them further back. Their flickering eyes peer out from behind feldspathic spires.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
At 5:43 a.m. this morning, residents of Grackle Pointe Apartments awoke to a malfunction in their complex’s multi-spatial engine due to an unprecedented derecho that swept through the Montrose area of Houston. This resulted in tenants being mentally and physically fused together.| Lightspeed MagazineRSS - Lightspeed Magazine
The city of Nan Rhok stands on the ridge of a great mountain, where a gullet of steaming water flows from volcanic hot springs. The ridge is narrow and the mountain chill, so the city hews close to the spring, building high its granite towers. The name of Nan Rhok is known for many leagues.| 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 shipwreck had finally been pulled onto the beach, back in March, a salvage crew kept cutting up the crab boat’s hull and cockpit. The workers had shooed her off like a small girl, even though they must have seen the trash bags she carried full of the styrofoam, fiberglass, and plastic every new tide spat at the beach. If she wanted to play, they had scolded her, she could do so farther north, past where the creek emptied into the ocean. She’d kept silent through their tirades, m...| The Bookends Review
My sister Jane and I make the ideal jigsaw puzzle partnership. She’s more organized than me, the one who categorizes and compartmentalizes, but I have all the patience. Most recently, we tried a 1,000-piece train travel scene. She dutifully separated the pieces into little groups - landscape, tray of food, luggage, maps. And then there| Fractured
Flash fiction in 144 words for dverse Poets Pub and You, my friends. Happy summer.| Selma
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
Part 17 The wreckage finally thinned. I held my breath until the last shard slipped past—then let it out in a ragged rush. But the console was blinking amber. CARGO INTEGRITY. My heart lurched. I s…| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
It was a strange time for us all. My mother, always a confident woman, acted odd her whole pregnancy. Was nervous from noon to night. My father, a nonstop talker, was silent. And I had what t…| Okay Donkey
“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
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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
“How strange,” murmured Riya, eyes still fixed on the pages in front of her. “What’s your fairy godmother up to now?” Sana asked from the other end of the room, not bothering to look up from her book. Her voice carried the usual teasing tone, playful but familiar. Riya smiled faintly. “Nothing. I was just … More Nothing Strange| Void Thoughts
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
In all the horror movies I’ve ever seen, the haunted are powerless to the ghosts who do the haunting. Ghosts invariably arrive on their own terms: a quick flash of their reflection in the bathroom mirror when the victim wipes away steam; a vase that, unprovoked, falls to the floor and shatters at the living’s feet; a shiver that raises goosebumps all over a grieving lover’s body on the hottest day of the year; a disembodied moan outside a widow’s bedroom window on a windless night. So...| The Bookends Review
I left you there, in the hollow. What I mean is, the person who crawled out after me like the white rabbit from wonderland wasn’t you, though she looked like you and sounded like you and said she w…| Lost Balloon
Call your mother at 3 am, and when she asks why you are awake so late, tell her you recently learned that drain flies are fuzzier than fruit flies, even though both have made a home out of your sink. It’s important to keep people on their toes, so follow up this fun fact with| Fractured
Like us on Facebook The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit. PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart CLICK to Join Genre: FictionWord […]| Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
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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
My brother and I attempt awkward conversation at a Chinese restaurant near the dive motel where he lives. I try not to stare at his teeth: gray, chipped, missing. Dark, square caves in his mouth. How to get him to a dentist? He rarely leaves his motel room. I’ve been obsessed with those teeth since … Continue reading The Ace of Teeth by Claudia Monpere| Lost Balloon
My monster fits in my pocket, but when we’re relaxing in the evening, watching TV, he sleeps on my chest. I like police procedurals where they catch murderers. (I like the American ones especially.…| Lost Balloon
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
he found the first man on Tinder, or maybe on Hinge, and the restaurant where they met was glowing with antique lamps and green brocade wallpaper and velvet couches, everything soft and inviting, not a single hint of what was to unfold in an hour or two.| 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
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
The girl grows overnight after her mother dies–two extra hands emerge from her back, like the Hindu goddess Durga. Her forehead is lashed with lines, her mother’s curses roll on the surface of her tongue. They fall and clog the drains. The girl’s extra hands work as a plunger, extend to the fridge to pick| Fractured
Even though it is her second trip up the Balik Pulau hill, Sanhui still turns into the wrong lane. She does not understand why her father chose to live so high above, in the middle of nowhere. But she made a promise to visit him at least three times a year. After twists and turns, she finally reaches Lotus Garden, where the buildings are adorned in earthy tones and overhanging gable roofs. The sunlight falls on the shoulder of a large golden Guanyin Pusa statue, which meditates on top of a gi...| The Bookends Review
“See you tomorrow,” says Grandpa Julien, as his fake daughter drops us at the door for our usual weekend visit. He waves as she skitters down the steps. The stinkers. I sling my backpack hard into Julien’s messy living room and stomp into the house. He looks the same as always with his rumpled velveteen jacket and a wild geranium in his snow-white hair. Mom and Julien pretend he’s our grandfather. He is really our father. Mom was really just a model for his paintings. They’re not r...| The Bookends Review
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
I didn’t think she’d agree to it – my granddaughter. Months earlier I endured facial surgery to remove what we thought was an unexpected birthmark, which instead turned out to be skin cancer. Origi…| roughwighting
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
What do the wicked stepmother and the innocent princess have in common? In this retelling, a lot more than you might think. I love a good fairy tale retelling, especially those that subvert the narrative in unexpected ways, and it’s high time for the jealous villainess archetype to be rewritten.| Nightmare MagazineRSS - Nightmare Magazine
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
Little is more crushing than the idea that no matter what you do, you are only capable of destruction, and everyone knows it. I wanted to weave that fear into this story, and to push tenderness and violence up against each other. How can we understand one without understanding the other?| Nightmare Magazine
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
Here’s a really engaging and powerful piece of short prose by Isaman Cann (Michelle Jones) published in Star 82 Review, one of those long-running journals that flies under the radar and keeps publi…| The Novella-in-Flash
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
This month, novella-in-flash.com features an interview with the writer Karen Jones. Karen’s novella-in-flash Burn It All Down was published by Arroyo Seco Press in April this year. Michael: W…| The Novella-in-Flash
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
