Category Archives: Flash Fiction

“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 →

Cold Currents by M. E. Garber Otto froze, one hand splayed on the fire brigade’s new gasoline truck. The woman perched outside the bridge railing leveled him a knowing smile. His stomach curdled. Not like Anna! He stretched his hand towards the unknown woman. She … Continue reading →

“The Finder” by Yaasha Moriah   Aunt Velma was a finder. I clearly remember the day when Uncle Edgar pulled his fishing boat ashore, his posture strangely stiff even while attempting nonchalance. He slumped into a lawn chair next to … Continue reading →

“Replica” by Pauline Yates You sit opposite me—my replica. You mirror how I looked the day I left my husband at the door of this clinic. Your hair is cropped short. You wear my clothes. Your complexion has changed—it’s rejuvenated—but … Continue reading →