Category Archives: Flash Fiction

“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 →

“The Best Barista in a Time of Spiders Who are Addicted to the Rush of Caffeine” by Cate Covert I stopped by the coffee shop to grab a triple-shot espresso and unexpectedly found my new life’s calling. But wait, I’m … Continue reading →

“Sandcastles in a Clockwork Sea” by Helena O’Connor I remember the sandcastle days, floating in clear waters that were crystal blue and guilt free. The red ribbons you wore, tying your hair up in buns, made you look like a … Continue reading →

“Identification” by Tamlyn Dreaver The woman in front of me stepped up to the window. Her jacket had slipped, and I could see the faint line of a scar on her neck. The clerk behind the glass took his time, … Continue reading →

“Flight School” by Randall Andrews I survived for three weeks alone in the jungle wilds of a hostile nation—with a broken leg and no supplies—while being hunted by enemy soldiers. Consider that when I say this physical therapy is the … Continue reading →