Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Cultural Sensitivity Tips for Visiting the Authentic Human Restaurant By Marie Vibbert Welcome, sapient diner! Thank you for your interest in Pizza Taco Subs. Here are just a few tips to help you get the most out of your visit. … Continue reading →

Tethered to You by Anne Wilkins When we meet again, you slam me with your hand, splattering my internal organs across your thigh. It was my fault really—the smell of you had been too strong, the animal instincts had kicked … Continue reading →

The Menu Board by Charley Marsh Five a.m. and time to fulfill her obligation. Fear squeezed Lily Ramirez’s chest until she couldn’t pull in another breath. What if the café’s patrons judged her to be a poor substitute for her … Continue reading →

Calling a StarSkipper by Ian Li Zet glanced down at the defunct Agana cargo port, a moon-sized graveyard of rusted freighters and discarded shipping containers. It wasn’t hard to find the customer they were looking for—there was only one man … Continue reading →

The Mind of a Nuke by Larry Hodges Five seconds to impact… Imminent death invigorates one’s mind, even if you’re an AI guiding a nuke to its deadly end. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of doing. Can an AI like … Continue reading →

Grandfather by Jack Powers   He could be my body double. My twin. There’s a word for it but I can’t remember. He had a scar under one eye, fewer freckles on his hands and a ridiculous mustache, but otherwise … Continue reading →

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 →