Flash Fiction

There was a prophecy that on January 1st, 2024, in Chicago, Illinois at Windigo Tower, the wisest person in the world would be taking questions. ​ All those who thought themselves wise clamored to present. But it was agreed by all that came, though some were very wise indeed, none was the wisest in the […]

“They’re wrong, I killed her.” It’s 2 am. Heathcliff rocks himself by the open window. Hanah swings out of bed and wraps her arms around her husband’s waist like she’s done a thousand times since his prison release. “You never met her, have an alibi, and DNA proved you innocent.” “But I see it all

Liv shot up from bed, staring into the dark. ​ She did not turn on the lamp in fear that she’d be greeted by the doll, sitting in its rocking chair again. ​ “Whatever you do, do not move the doll,” had warned the old woman who owned the Inn. ​ Liv threw the creepy

Hugo Primm never attended an event with less than three beauties at his side. Wherever he strode, so did the flashing lights. Everyone wanted time with the handsome businessman. And so it should be, he thought. I’m an untouchable God. ​ When Sandra entered, he recognized her immediately. What was the unrequited love of his past doing

“Do something,” screeches the woman as the EMT, Julio, kneels over the choking man. It just hit Julio how he knows the husband and wife; they refused to make his and Allen’s wedding cake on grounds of their religion. How Allen had cried… “Do your job!” screams the woman. “Sorry. Saving bigots is against my

I lived here those years Celeste vanished. People reported seeing her. But never a picture. A picture of Celeste woulduh sold for millions. Imagine my surprise when I open this balcony, and there she is: the most beautiful woman in the world, swinging a little girl on that swing. Came out here with my camera

One by one the hot sun dissolved the little water puddle’s friends away. ​ Though the puddle had seen better days with clearer waters, it did not want to leave the earth like them. Being saturated with dirt was better than nonexistence. ​ But a puddle cannot resist the sun. Bit by bit, the puddle

Marjorie slides off her space suit. “Glenda, play: Home.” “Certainly dear,” says Glenda, her spaceship. Glenda’s red lights dim. Marjorie slides into her only remaining Earth dress, made of spider silk. Glenda’s mirror-scaled walls rotate and flash; rounded ceiling becomes sky, rounded walls become Marjorie’s meadow. Glenda’s vents rustle Marjorie’s hair like a spring breeze. Her

Phelia hums as she plugs the tub. It’s the first time she’s alone in the house. She pours epsom salt in the bath and runs the water. Phelia hears the whispering as she lights the candles. It comes from the tub. She turns; it’s the trickling water. The way it burbles sounds like murmuring. If

I hated my mom as a kid. Of course Dad went from happy to brooding; she lectured him all the time about eating candy. We were allowed some. Why wasn’t he? She’d scream and shame him anytime she suspected he’d had candy. At eight, I’d had enough. I gave my dad my jack-o’-lantern of Halloween