Daily Flash Fiction Stories
By Julie Blaho
The city garden is my entire world. Just a patch of soil enclosed by four brick walls, the surrounding buildings with inscrutable windows, and a square of small sky. Under damp clouds that hold the smog hostage, I wearily bow my crown.
[Read more…] about Urban Isolation“They’ll bring me in.” José points to the two policemen standing in front of the building. He leans down to kiss her.
Jenna, the New Yorker, is directed into the screening cage of the American Consulate in Havana. The basketball-breasted guard holds out her hand. “Pasaporte.” Takes her passport, feels her up, checks for weapons. Her hands are sweaty, hot, and rough. She sighs out loud, purses her lips, lets Jenna through.
[Read more…] about The Next StopSo many people have those plaques on their letter boxes: No Junk Mail. I don’t get it. I love catalogs.
Every time a fistful lands in our letter box, I run inside and fan them out on my quilt. It’s like I’m at the top of Enid Blyton’s faraway tree and the wispy, misty Land of Buy-What-You-Want has floated up to me.
[Read more…] about The Land of Buy-What-You-WantBy Kait Leonard
“She ate another spider,” my mother said. “It took two nurses to get her to open her mouth. The legs were still moving.”
“She’s so drugged she didn’t even know me,” I said, setting my vending machine coffee down, fighting the temptation to fling it across the room.
[Read more…] about Girls Who Eat BugsFor better, for worse For richer, for poorer In sickness and in health ‘Til death do us part
She’d been thinking about those vows a lot lately. Lord knows they’d laughed, cried, slogged, and danced through the first six parts, and now here they were—toiling away on the seventh. It was a standard line of theirs at cocktail parties that they hoped to live long enough for a platinum anniversary.
[Read more…] about ‘Til Death Do Us PartBy Jennifer Lai
By the time the fire engines arrived, Tommy was already barreling down the cul-de-sac on his neon green BMX.
At the intersection past his elementary school, he turned left onto an empty, dark road, his path lit only by a sliver of moonlight peeking through the clouds. I’ll go to Mike’s. Say that we were playing Halo all night. Mike would cover for me.
[Read more…] about Daddy’s Precious BoyBy John Adams
Longington Manor was the only home James Clickerton had ever known. Orphaned at four, Clickerton was ushered under the Longington’s protection and had served them since adolescence.
[Read more…] about Victorian Disco Vampires – FROM OUTER SPACE!!!