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Short Fiction
Short Fiction
 5 min

The Call

Katherine Weaver

Her mother’s name was Lara, too.

As her port-colored thumb hovered over the contact card on the unfamiliar iPhone’s screen, her eyes stinging as her mascara mixed with her tears, she knew it ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 3 min

The Great Interruption

Rachel Rosenblatt

Triggers are not absolute. They can be the color red, a sunny day, an indecipherable half-smile. For me, there is no obvious reason why the walls close in. No hidden meaning for the sudden shallow ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

3:74

Jessie Komala

Why is this light so bright?

I lower the brightness on my phone screen so I don’t blind myself while lying in bed, and I immediately have flashbacks to my mom telling me, how bright lights in ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 5 min

Morning in Fordlet

Pat Rocchi

I exited the Interstate toward the Fordlet Hotel after a late night preparing my annual presentation to the local business leaders. My slides were finished days ago, but my words still needed ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

Frosting

Will Dean

We called it ‘frosting’, because the ice crystals looked like a dusting of confectioner’s sugar. Not what frosting actually is, or how it looks when you squeeze it out of the tube, but one kid says ...  [+]
Short Fiction
Sorrow Love & Loss  5 min

Bar Lines

Kris Loughlin

The first time it really hits me, I'm staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.
I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom's stir fry on ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 2 min

Coif

Misty Sol

“nappy head, nappy head, I catch your ass, you gone be dead”

-Assata Shakur


Girl you pretty
You so pretty with all that nappy hair
Stand up everywhere
Girl you pretty
No ...  [+]
Short Fiction
 4 min

Flowers for the Machine Man

Kira Pelletier

The engines whirred in the darkness. Jones could see their scarlet glow, dimming and brightening in time to the thrum, which meant the gears inside were still turning. Still alive. Almost like the ...  [+]