Tag: flash-fiction

Flash Fiction: If he feels pushed, he will turn into a bull, a storm.

Flash Fiction: Dossier No. X recovered from Interrogation Cell B of Sala-XX

Flash Fiction: The gun empties. He returns.

Flash Fiction: Her husband wants to know what she had in common with the Turkish sailor.

A new partnership with PEN American Center kicks off with a story from Randa Jarrar.

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.

Flash Fiction: Here, we pass from time to time and nod. It’s so hard to hold on.

Flash Fiction: “Look for the swollen ones,” his mother said. “They said he drowned.”

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.

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.

“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.

Did you know that more people jack off than pick their nose while driving?

A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.

A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.

A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.

A special issue: flash fiction from four favorite writers.