Lina M. Ferreira: PracticeJune 2014
Flash Fiction: I turn to see the man raising the stick and swinging it hard against the boy’s hip.
Rachel Yoder: Fart MartJune 2014
Flash Fiction: I dream of fat cats wearing sweatbands trying to get in shape on treadmills.
Abeer Hoque: Dagger and ShieldMay 2014
It’s that look he loves even though he knows she isn’t really seeing him. He’s part of the landscape, inside her inner eye.
Matthew Sharpe: UntitledApril 2014
Flash Fiction: "If you can’t forgive, the past is going to eat you up."
Raimondo Cortese: Dream Life of ButterfliesApril 2014
Flash Fiction: I soon made a decision to stop studying. My real life began after class.
Hideo Furukawa: A Dispatch from the Monkey PlanetApril 2014
Flash Fiction: An outside had never existed before! Does that mean where I am now is inside?
Kaitlyn Greenidge: Axe WoundApril 2014
He wanted words to mean one thing. His cheeks burned. He knew this was a stupid wish.
Mieke Eerkens: View On An AccidentMarch 2014
When I came to the window, his motorcycle was lying on its side hemorrhaging gasoline and oil.
Mira Jacob: Everybody Is Looking for Somebody Like YouMarch 2014
It didn’t matter if they strolled from his periphery or sprinted up from behind. He felt them coming like a warm wind.
Eric Boyd: The Chains That KeepFebruary 2014
Behind him’s two bags on the curb. He needs the ride; I cut him a break.
Sung J. Woo: 1950February 2014
What kind of a war was this, anyway? All we did was move from our house to a stranger’s house, then one after another.
Matthew Salesses: Inside the Inside of the Green MonsterJanuary 2014
Then she did hear something, a scratching deep inside the walls, like something was trapped in there.
Shani Boianjiu: An Odd BirdJanuary 2014
Flash Fiction Crazy is not hereditary or anything like that.
Dina Nayeri: Um Girassol da Cor do Seu CabeloDecember 2013
She gives me a strange look, turns off the tap and wraps herself in a towel so that her secrets are hidden again.
Christopher Meyers: Letter to My GrandnephewDecember 2013
Flash Fiction from PEN's Prison Writing Contest: I have written 721 pages of letters to you. The paper I write letters to you on is 8' x 10.5'. I hate that.
Corey Zeller: Dead Money — Pfizer, Cisco, and Other Value TrapsOctober 2013
No one knew they’d have to cut off their tongues to keep those little machines of fire going.
Edie Meidav: CatullusOctober 2013
You have to get down on your knees and sniff too. Do it right and they understand you are one of them.
Scott Cheshire: RapportSeptember 2013
No need for physical pain. Abandonment, helplessness, let a man feel these, and it’s more than enough.
Jennifer H. Fortin: Self TimerSeptember 2013
It’s rude to stare, but worth it.
Carmiel Banasky: WitchAugust 2013
She said this was for my own good—if I was kept in the dark, I would never be afraid of it.
Ethel Rohan: Goodnight NobodyJuly 2013
He leaned back into his driver’s seat, closed his eyes, and waited to feel something for the dead man.
Nathalie Handal: Last Night in San Pedro de MacorísJune 2013
Some people like ideas, others like motion, some like one woman, others roam.
Reginald Dwayne Betts: Travellin’ ManJune 2013
His father taught him to crave brown liquor.
Earl Lovelace: A Story in Which I Look GoodMay 2013
Flash Fiction: If he feels pushed, he will turn into a bull, a storm.
Vaddey Ratner: The Cripple’s Last DanceApril 2013
Flash Fiction: Dossier No. X recovered from Interrogation Cell B of Sala-XX
Ru Freeman: SiegeApril 2013
Flash Fiction: The gun empties. He returns.
Randa Jarrar: A SailorApril 2013
Flash Fiction: Her husband wants to know what she had in common with the Turkish sailor.
Guernica/PEN Flash SeriesApril 2013
A partnership with PEN American Center
Stories by Students: This Is How the World EndsDecember 2012
Flash Fiction: But I have had the feeling for awhile that the end of the world isn’t necessarily a large tidal wave that will wipe out the entirety of the United States, or a huge volcanic eruption, but that the end of the world could be any day for anyone.
Steve Chang: EternityDecember 2012
Flash Fiction: Here, we pass from time to time and nod. It’s so hard to hold on.
Christine Lee Zilka: MapsDecember 2012
Flash Fiction: “Look for the swollen ones,” his mother said. “They said he drowned.”
Julia Fierro: InventoryDecember 2012
Flash Fiction: And despite her outward nonchalance, after Wyatt was born, when all she had at stake multiplied exponentially, she had come to see that terrible things – the witches and boogey men and homicidal maniacs of her anxiety-damp childhood – could, and did, happen during the day.
Lauren K. Alleyne: The Way The Body GoesDecember 2012
Flash Fiction: Sweet body, forgive me. I bore you so many petty hatreds—Ugly, I said. Dirty and weak. And yet, here is death, making such brief beauty of you.
Ten Micro StoriesMay 2011 “Every man is limited to a certain number of words in his lifetime... Some of these words might also be words that you whisper in a foreign language that you don’t even know, in a dream, for example”: ten micro-fiction pieces.
Loose MoralsFebruary 2011
Did you know that more people jack off than pick their nose while driving?
CareDecember 2010 A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.
DisassemblyDecember 2010 A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.
I Do Love GodDecember 2010 A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.
As Formless As My FearDecember 2010 A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.
GlassBy Chad Simpson
“Just lie there,” he would say. “Pretend your hands are tied to the bed frame. Pretend you can’t move them.”