The lizard child is tapping on his sometimes prison, usually room; toenails tapping out a mantra against walls he doesn’t understand. For a creature that supposedly should have spent its life running across the arid plains, he sure trips a lot. The wedge of a head whips up to look at me, perched on my … Continue reading
Category Archives: flash fiction
The Confession: A Monologue
Physical Description A man sits at a table drinking a 20 ounce black coffee. He’s bald, has glasses, and is wearing a brown newsboy cap. He is looking outside the window while he types on his laptop and has earbuds in. Occasionally he mutters to himself and types something. He is probably 5 ft 10 … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Converse
The sky is dark, the stars and moon shining brightly among the dark chasm of space. There’s an autumn chill in the air around me: perfect hoodie weather. Although, I’d wear a hoodie no matter the weather. My hood is up and my hands are stuffed in the middle pocket. I look straight ahead. It’s … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Intervention
He laid out a plate of cranberry glazed chicken with a side of mashed potatoes. The plate itself was a fine china and the silverware was perfectly cleaned and shining. The rough, woven tablecloth and lumpy candles on the table gave the rest of the room a more informal feeling. He hadn’t even told me … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Untitled
The library was packed, and I mentally cursed myself for coming in broad daylight. I avoided eye contact with the librarian because I still hadn’t returned that chemistry book I borrowed two months ago. I was pretty sure I had lost it. I still hated the library, but I couldn’t deny the beauty of the … Continue reading
Book Review: Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
While many authors, philanthropists, and authorities have provided detailed analyses of how and why racial division occurs, Ta-Nehisi Coates expresses his views through Between the World and Me, a letter to his 15 year-old-son Samori. He expresses that racism is an issue created by society and is still practiced today, no matter how inadvertent the … Continue reading
Flash Fiction
by Ariel My favorite coffee mug has a rim of maybe mold around it, but I shrug and select my second-favorite, a bright yellow bucket with art deco owls on the sides. And since it is four o’clock at night (morning in my opinion only occurs after you wake up again, hence it is still … Continue reading
Flash Fiction Friday: Leaving the Roost
“Leaving the Roost” His name was Mike and he wasn’t a baker. He forced-fed hamsters with Parkinson’s hands—a tiny napkin to mop up every last drop. He spilled integrity on his sheets and washed them anyway. Though his glasses reflected shimmers of silver everywhere he looked, he cleaned his applewood mantle … Continue reading
Grapes—Claire Tollefsrud
The couple wanted children almost as badly as they wanted each other—their wedding bands were still shiny and unfamiliar on their fingers—so they made love almost every night in their new house. The rooms were mostly empty; the kitchen counter was white and cold. Then came the fruit bowl. The wife loved peaches, the husband … Continue reading
Six Blocks — Emm Borgerding
Dear Spencer, I had my fortune told the night before the wedding. A woman with a red, porcelain mask over her face ran her fingers over my palms and had me spit into a bowl of cracked eggs and coffee grounds. She pinched shards of egg-shell between her yellow fingernails and crunched on them happily … Continue reading