I Know You’re There. Somewhere.
We were hiking in a dense wood when a sudden rainstorm blew up. We ran for shelter and came upon an old abandoned house. A mansion, really, that must have once been beautiful.
Topic
Flash Fiction
A collection of 30 features
Life Clock
The day Marcie left rehab, her mother handed her a gift. “Honey, I got you a new phone with an important app.”
The Shadow
Tom tilted his head and eyes towards the sky. Even in the darkness, he could see the silhouette of a murder circling overhead.
Waiting for the inevitable, he thought.
The Ghost in the Field
It began in 1917. Our father, Jeremy, had been gone two years, serving in the Great War. We received messages from him via military mail throughout his first eighteen months...
Spousal Duty
Shared coffee in the quiet mornings, holding hands on a walk. Not to mention the tiny, unglamorous sacrifices no one posts about on social media. Other wives complained when their husbands left the toilet seat up, but the thought made her smile, thinking of her own nightly ritual.
I've Always Had a Little Brother
I’ve always had a little brother, haven’t I? He’s eleven, between Kesley, nine, and May, thirteen. I remember when mom and dad brought him home from the hospital. “Isn’t he adorable?” they asked as they showed him to me.
Ink
Dragović cursed softly as he approached his storefront. The front windows were shattered, with shards of glass glinting in the morning light as they lay scattered across the sidewalk. He unlocked the front door, carefully draped his suit jacket over the counter, and brought out a trash can.
Pork Chops
Although he couldn’t save his wife, Matthew said he was lucky to escape the woods. Later, it came out that, on the first day of the hike, he hit her on the head with a stone and pushed her off a cliff. Apparently, it was planned all along. Her body...
No One Ever Sees Me
Halloween was the best family event of the year.
Every Halloween, The Cousins played Ninjas.
Our grandmother had ten children. Ten children all got married except Uncle Steve. He died in Vietnam, and my dad always poured a beer into the grass for Uncle Steve when all the siblings got together.
The Pole Barn
You don’t remember how you got here, just that you woke up on a dusty futon in a large empty garage with a slick concrete floor that you place your bare feet on as you jolt awake. Light is coming through the high windows on the one wall but you can only see tree tops swaying outside.