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Micro- Flash Fiction

Tiny stories, gone like a firefly.

9 pieces
Fallow Ground

On My Mother’s Side by Tyler Ayers

Driving was way nicer than flying, Elizabeth and I could both agree on that. We hadn’t been able to agree on much lately, though. With her dad dying recently to…

Tyler Ayers · August 4, 2020
Fallow Ground

Go Green by C.L. Killgore

I had two choices, if you could call them that, both felt more like predictable ends to a total crap day. I wasn’t up for either. Predictability offended my sensibilities…

C.L. Killgore · August 4, 2020
Fallow Ground

PAPAVER CALIFORNICUM BY ANNETTE GAGLIARDI

We headed downtown in the black Chevy borrowed from someone’s dad who had it hidden in his garage for the past thirty years. It’s a wonder we could get the…

ANNETTE GAGLIARDI · July 21, 2020
Fallow Ground

Elegy by William Torphy

A convoy of alien drones hovers over the small country town. They’ve either come out of casual curiosity or arrived with menace, but here they are in hayseed. He has…

William Torphy · July 21, 2020
Empty Silos

The Question by Bruce Levine

Margo couldn’t help wondering why one of her favorite television channels had suddenly begun a countdown to Christmas. She loved Christmas as much as anyone, but it was April sixth,…

Bruce Levine · December 9, 2018
Micro- Flash Fiction

I’m Number 12 by Kristina V. Ramos

Flash Fiction! I’m Number 12 Suffocating. Not the it’s-too-hot-in-this-cashmere-sweater suffocating, but rather burning chest, blood in my mouth, and bulging eyes kind of suffocating. There could have been so many…

Kristina V. Ramos · January 23, 2018
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The Warlocks by Gordon Brown

Flash Fiction! The Warlocks The corn had been mowed down, leaving behind fields of sharp brown stubble, stretching out under the grey sky until it hit the tree line. Every…

Gordon Brown · January 23, 2018
Micro- Flash Fiction

Touch-Me-Nots by Guy Biederman

Flash Fiction! Touch-Me-Nots I knock on Sandra’s front door and notice the peephole at eye level. It’s been two years. I wonder if she still has that black-haired pug. I…

Guy Biederman · January 22, 2018
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The Ransom by Bruce Levine

Flash Fiction! The Ransom It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break, so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the…

Bruce Levine · January 12, 2018