Flash Fiction

All We Are || Jean Buie

by Jean Buie Once, my name on your lips turned me into liquid. Soft flowing mercury-limbed, I would stretch myself over…

Out of Order || by Joe Ray W

by Joe Ray W THE OUT OF ORDER toilet note had been stuck to the door longer than anyone knew. Colleagues to…

Ghost Tour || by Brian Simmons

“YOU HAVE PICKED A very spine-chilling evening to attend our tour. Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Mr. Gre…

Morning Drive || by Brian Simmons

LIGHTNING CRASHED AS TORRENTIAL RAIN annulled my view. Thunderous echoes filled the air.  Melinda was fast …

Big Yellow Taxi || by Enda F. Byrne

A BIG YELLOW TAXI PULLED UP to the curb like a lion in search of prey. The airport hustled and whistled beh…

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