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
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
after Remedios Varo’s “Astral Entity” NOTES FOR THE BABYSITTER You can reach me at 555-GET-AWAY or call the Get a Break bar on Vacation Blvd. and have them page me. I hope you don’t do that though. She only answers to Astra, but if you have an emergency her name is Nora Boudeman and she’s six years old. She has no physical preexisting conditions. She will only eat sugar water and rocket pops and dandelion salad. The salad is in a Tupperware in the fridge. She’s in a phase. She has...| The Bookends Review
They gave us little yellow tickets and instructed us not to lose them. Yellow like the flowers sprouting from the ground, Wrestling blades of grass, Growing up towards the sun, yellow and shiny, Yellow teeth, dentist bills, That week was full of “almost!” moments. I almost called out but came in begrudgingly. I almost left the event early to return to my office and work in solitude or just left early for the day, stealing a roll of toilet paper on my way out. I thought about all of those ...| The Bookends Review
My fiancé does not like the smell of fast food, greasy paper bags or unrefined sugars. I like the scent, at times, more than the contents. Limp potato matchsticks with bits of potato skin left on make it seem more real. He scolds me when I come home with a Big Gulp in hand. He likes the gym and time management. “Managing time.” He stresses, finger pointy, seeking to transfer his passion for precision from his nail bed to my wrinkled forehead. Anyway, I knew this simply would not do. I di...| The Bookends Review
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
In Low Bone Parish, the water don’t knock. It just rises. Quiet at first, like breath held too long. It slicks along the bayou’s edge, kisses porch steps, then swallows whole towns without a word. Folks call it a natural disaster. But the women on our street know better. “The water comes when the women […]| 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
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 © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Three guitars, two electric and […]| Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
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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
I’m at a wedding in the Languedoc. It’s the last weekend of September. I’m relieved the hot, cruel summer is almost over. There’s a woman on the table next to mine with bleached hair and a magenta mouth. She looks like an eighties rock star. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s wearing gold […]| Fractured
In those days, we woke with bedheads and foggy eyes and boggy brains, comfy in our slept-in yoga pants as we headed to the kitchen to make our pot of coffee, our go-to prop for endless hours of video conferences with others, also at home, also in yoga pants they’d slept in, mewling toddlers and […]| Fractured
She takes the empty urinal bottle from the nightstand and sets it aside quietly in a corner of the room. It was there for him to use when he couldn’t make it to the bathroom. The floor creaks beneath her as she bends over to pick up the package of adult diapers she bought last […]| Fractured
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
COVER ART BY AL KRATZ FICTION THE BOWLING STORY BY AARON BURCH BLUR BY DAWN MILLER MOM-G BY CHARLES GROSEL UNCLE HURT BY PATRICK STRICKLAND NONFICTION ADOPTING FROM FOSTER CARE IN EIG…| Pithead Chapel
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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 🇮🇱
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**************************************** 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
