Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Song of Water by Anna Madden The cave was a prison cell and a nightmare. Inside, Nikal faced an opponent he couldn’t see. Cuts from talons and fangs laced his flesh. Nikal dared not wash them clean in the pool, … Continue reading →

“As Foretold” by T.L. Beeding They were back. Just beyond the tree line, twinkling like stars in the heavens, the lights were back. There were thousands of them, lazily weaving and bobbing between leafless branches that twisted up toward the … Continue reading →

“Become the Part” by Jeff Ronan “And was this before or after your interview with the agency?” Risa’s pen was poised above her notepad, her chunky black frames perched on the end of her nose. She had cut her auburn … Continue reading →

“The Critique Boutique” by Robert J. Hansen What a surreal nightmare. A room: bland, featureless, gray. A table, two chairs, and an interlocutor so average-seeming I’m surprised I remember him. Well-dressed but not designer, charcoal topcoat and pale gray suit, … Continue reading →

“Interview #5 by Stacie Turner “I am a god,” the woman said. So far for this class Mary Ellen had interviewed two separate frat boys pretending to be vampires, a woman selling essential oils, and a polycule that only wore … Continue reading →

“Thirty Heartbeats” by Roxana Arama When Diegis got his hands on his mom’s magic mirror, they were shaking. He wasn’t allowed in her workshop alone, but she’d gone to the village to see a patient, and Diegis wanted to know … Continue reading →

“Back Stage” by Mario Milosevic Look, if you can. I see you trying. My parents had some strange ideas. Crowdsourcing me was probably their worst. All done online. Wasn’t everything in those days? They had a list of things patrons … Continue reading →

“The Procedure” by P.A. Cornell I expect there to be more to a test that will determine the length of your lifespan, but in the end it’s so simple I’m almost disappointed. “What do we do with these?” Sam asks … Continue reading →

  “264 Days” by C.C. Graystone I’ve been on the run for 264 days because I had a dream. To be fair, it was a gut-wrenchingly gruesome dream. Violence shredded across nerves and neurons even as I gasped awake. I … Continue reading →