Category Archives: Flash Fiction

“Escape by Other Means” by Peter Hargraves She’d never known that sunshine could be depressing. The light looked sickly, streaming in through the filthy windows, something she’d never see again. For she had made up her mind. No waiting for … Continue reading →

“Five Reasons for the Sign Above Her Door, One of Them Unspoken” by Izzy Wasserstein Lilith has kept her eye on the young man for two days, since he arrived at her hostel. Why was he there? Was he like … Continue reading →

“Sunset Coda” by Patrick Hurley Robert looked up from his book and there she stood, her back against the sea, exactly as he remembered her. “You’re here,” he said, his voice barely heard above the breaking waves. “I am.” A … Continue reading →

“Lot No. #024: Intergalactic Death Ray” by Nemma Wollenfang Today on our roster we have ourselves a gen-u-ine Death Ray, folks. Titanium outer casing, Super Tungsten core shielding. Beautiful piece of artillery, simply beautiful. Exquisite! Commissioned by the Zarr of Ka’ar … Continue reading →

“The Spider In Her Lungs” by Mary E. Lowd Moira felt a tickle in her throat. She pulled the handkerchief from her pocket and covered her mouth before coughing. It was a hacking cough that wracked her body, deep into … Continue reading →

“1000M Synchronized Diving Finals” by Chris Batchelor They say the walk to the edge is the hardest part. Don’t believe them. I blunt my fear by immersing in the viz screens printed on my corneas. A dozen camera drones hover … Continue reading →

“The White Foal” by F. J. Bergmann At that time, I lived with my grandmother in the Camargue, the marshy delta where the Rhône river widens and opens into the Mediterranean sea. My parents, whom I could almost no longer … Continue reading →

“The Gifted Sommelier” by Grayson Bray Morris Into the bowels of our cellar came a knock. We looked up, curious which of death’s hotels would be its source. There, a dozen paces from me: the door to the Divinika. I … Continue reading →

“Sibling Squabbles” by Gregg Chamberlain “What have we told you about using magic, young lady?” Isaac Stern looked down over folded arms at the sullen-eyed face of his eight-year-old daughter, Tabitha. She dropped her gaze first and stared down at her … Continue reading →

“The Roots that Roam” by Joy Kennedy-O’Neill   The quickened-oaks smash their roots into the ground. They shatter rock as they move, root-step by root-step, miles a day. I once saw an octopus crawling on land, back when the Houston … Continue reading →