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Skip to primary navigation Skip to main content Skip to primary sidebarFlash Fiction MagazineDaily Flash Fiction StoriesDownload Free BookSubmissionsFeatured StoriesContestFlash Fiction MastersBooksMastheadContactWhen Veronica Met Pavlov’s Dog among Crescent MoonsOctober 8, 2022 1 Comment By Isabelle B.LIf there were a prize for the most original present, my mother would win hands down.“Veronica, meet Bella.” Mother thrust something into my arms.An upside down balloon? I threw Veronica into the air, expecting her to float gracefully, but she landed with a thud. [Read more…] about When Veronica Met Pavlov’s Dog among Crescent MoonsThe TempestOctober 7, 2022 3 Comments By Fiyola Hoosen-SteeleThe doctor said it was postpartum depression. All you know is you want out, to run from a husband who cups his head in his hands as he tries to understand, to abandon a baby you adore until the crying sets in—crying that sends your thumbs digging into your palms and your toes curling into your soles, crying that soaks your shirts with breastmilk you neglect to pump, crying that unleashes rage, fangs, claws, spitting, shivering. [Read more…] about The TempestLocal ColorOctober 6, 2022 6 Comments By Michael Patrick BradyWe didn’t understand what they were talking about. They said a computer had told them to come this way. That an algorithm had decided it was the fastest route. They followed the instructions without question. “It’s so rustic here,” the man said, to no one in particular, “so quaint.” We flipped their car into the gully, out of sight, and buried their bodies behind the rotting barn. [Read more…] about Local ColorOn Our Little HomesteadOctober 5, 2022 4 Comments By Sarah BuschingWhile McKaleigh naps, I heat sugar, milk, and butter on the stove and make pralines, using up a half-empty bag of pecans. The whole house smells like caramel for the rest of the afternoon.We spent this morning weeding, trying not to pull up any of the peas or carrots in the process. McKaleigh tracked in a lot of soil, so now the floors are muddy. I haven’t been able to get them clean. It’s easy enough to post a photo without floors in it, though. [Read more…] about On Our Little HomesteadParis ReduxOctober 4, 2022 7 Comments By Joan SlatoffI was excited about Paris, not only for a chance to study at the Sorbonne and experience the culture, but also because I imagined an opportunity for romance. A dark-haired French boyfriend. Amour. We’d promenade arm in arm along the Seine. We’d spend hours lolling in cafes, sipping espresso. Visiting the flea-market, we’d buy a caged bird, then release it in the Bois de Boulogne. My uneventful American life would be transformed. [Read more…] about Paris ReduxThe Girl on the Dark PathOctober 3, 2022 3 Comments By Emmeline RocheThe woman walks alone, wind lifting her limp hair, twining and twisting it into wild, unnatural patterns.She had curls, once, but they disappeared long ago, and now lay flat and feeble. She is brunette now, her blond gone with the setting sun. Her skin is pale and won’t freckle like it used to, her body frail and thin. Stick-legged. [Read more…] about The Girl on the Dark PathAngelsOctober 2, 2022 3 Comments By Kate HandzWhen they sense the bodies on earth scattered on the smashed battlefields, clustered among the bombed houses, heaped in the barbed wire enclosures—fleets of angels come. [Read more…] about AngelsGo to page 1Go to page 2Go to page 3Interim pages omitted … Go to page 435Go to Next Page »Primary SidebarSearch StoriesThe end. Privacy Policy >