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#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Fiction
Junk Chamber
Mostly we take, but sometimes, Buckman, we have to give.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Rain Spider
Rain spiders don’t like rain. That is why they come inside.
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#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Fiction
Undertow
I gotta say, the days out here are gettin’ tougher and tougher.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Krakatoa Breakfast
Wildwood couldn’t be much farther. After a few minutes a sign informed him that their exit was coming up, then they were at the junction, and he was standing on ...
#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Fiction
Entropy
And this was the idea of entropy. That disorder is more probable than order and that disorder is always increasing.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
The Long Shift
This night had been going on for years. She blew into her cupped hands, steam mingling with the smoke still in her lungs. It was a long shift. But it ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
Deciduous
Back home, in my mother’s garden in an equatorial country, there is one small deciduous tree planted alone in front of the porch. Its large almond shaped leaves look chewable, and its ...
#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Fiction
Real Love
My ex-fiancé, Sherrie, was the kind of woman you might call “intense.” She slammed her palms on the table or whatever surface was available when she was mad for any ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
His
You wake up, panting. An ache has settled in the small of your back and the pressure is spreading. You hiss to get breath out of your lungs. The sheets ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
Potency
‘I’m afraid there’s been another incident with your father.’ David remains motionless, hoping the information, like a wasp at a picnic, will bother someone else. Following the previous complaint, he ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Tutee
Sharon was usually waiting for me outside her front door. She said the sound of the doorbell woke her dad up. It was a comfort that she was as I ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
Exchange
After leaving my lover by way of a kind but firm email, I cried for several hours. On receiving his sad but kind reply, I cried some more. Then I ...
#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Experimental Writing Issue, Fiction
A Present Moment Always Vanishing
Image provided by the author.
Afternoon all,
In response to the growing concerns about a rumour that Glumfan is still technically at war with Germany, I have it on good authority that ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Home Sweet Home
Roger and Marie had argued many times over whether they had a right – and by right they were referring to a moral right – to apply for the housing ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
T-shirts
One of the facsimiles was in need of a new top. This of course brought me into communion with the Internet. In doing this, I was immediately reminded of the ...
#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Experimental Writing Issue, Fiction
The Floating Mind
Pain throbs in every direction. I am encased in agony, trapped in a shell of bandaged layers. Please don’t jump off a bridge. It’s not as efficient and liberating as ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
Quiz Night
We go to a pub quiz every Wednesday night, my wife Mel and me. We go with our friends Simon and Ginny. Ginny is Mel’s best friend. They’ve known each ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Flash Friday
To my esteemed co-parent
So dear Paloma, I know my voice messages can ramble but I need to talk. About our daughter. Maybe you’ve noticed on your weekends – she’s blooming, right? It’s amazing: ...
#TuesdayTales, Editor's Pick, Fiction
The World of Zornes
Photo by April Spreeman.
When Andi picks up fares, she stays away from the university. When Andi talks to her passengers she never talks about art. She doesn’t talk about her ...
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday
A Dictionary of Our Time in the Wild
ADDER
I felt the bite in the region of Staple Oak Fell. Searing pain flooded the muscle of my left calf. Looking down, I could see the black-and-silver tail of the ...