Flash Fiction

Hopper’s hand shook as he lifted the shot glass. Three months sober, the longest he’d gone. ​ Drink, the spirits inside him whispered. ​​ He closed his eyes and inhaled. The sweet fumes excited the spirits. ​ Drink! ​​ He brought it to his lips. ​​ The spirits waited expectantly— alcohol was their gateway. Nothing felt so good to […]

“Wow, what a view,” says the man dangling in Apexman’s arms. ​ The man smiles as they soar, unbecoming of a human who just jumped out of a 30-story building. ​​ “Would you mind going that direction? I’m supposed to be meeting a friend.” ​ Another fake jumper. Apexman has become an amusement ride. All the

Once upon a time, in a poor village, to a poor family, was born the most beautiful baby. Every passing day, her beauty grew. On her 18th birthday, her family sold her. They told her she was lucky. To be bought by a king. He wined and dined her. And she put on smiles as

Holly prayed as she drove up the old woman’s dirt road. Gwen, her 8-year-old, never came home. None of the neighbors had seen her. No one left to ask except… ​ “She’s a witch, mom, she eats children.” ​ “No, she’s just an old lonely woman.” ​ Holly parked in the driveway lined with staring

The solar power lamp post’s warranty promised 10 years, but it has lasted nearly double. It hums with life, promising many more. A power plant fire blackened it many years ago and yet it outlived all other human technology. One by one, the lights of Texas dimmed and died. Human relics buried in leaves and

“When I was a kid, I raced to get to sleep before the sun went down. If I wasn’t asleep by midnight at the latest, this ghost thing would come out, paralyze me, suck the fear out of my mouth.   I know I sound crazy, honey.   As a kid, my dad saw Shadow

That fall Paul started walking the mile home from work instead of driving. His best friend, Carl, dying of a heart attack flipped a switch, made him think about his own mortality. As he strolled, a fiery red leaf tumbled from a now leafless tree. Paul’s spring and summer had passed. Soon, autumn would, too.

The babawomp gililded the tuntiblee and saw the Tadoradoo gleaned. Babawomp’s youngest kriddle had falunked without bidilling zu fillering again. The babawomp sadiddled into the fillering and looked into the Tadoradoo. The babawomp grindled. A universe had grown again. It was expanding on all sides of the Tadoradoo, yamelerating so it nearly zizzed. This always

CONTENT WARNING: Suicide   They called my mother mentally ill after she tried to drown me as a child. She tried to explain that it was the demon inside her that did it. No one believed her. Doctors spouting facts have a magic of their own. My dad locked her up. She died shortly after.

Eight-year-old Mildred hated her name, so on her first day of school she changed it to Liz. ​​ Liz brought out a rebellious side in her, but she wanted something with more beauty and elegance, so on Monday she changed her name yet again.​​ Isabella didn’t share her toys. ​ Charity played well with others, but