All posts by Tim

THOMAS MALLOCH: A Kind of Immortality

Artistic, Submissions, Touching, , ,

At the eulogy, he spoke of his daughter’s qualities; her patience; honesty; kindness. Easy claims to make, these abstractions.

But towards the end, he became more specific.

In a voice that wavered, he listed her donations; liver; pancreas; both kidneys.

“Generous to the end,” he said.

“And beyond,” say I.

Always a reader, Thomas Malloch took the opportunity of retirement to try his hand at writing and sometimes he even gets published. Examples of his work can be found in “New Writing Scotland,” “the barcelona review,” “Gutter,” “Ringwood Publishing,” “Bath Flash Fiction,” “Reflex Fiction,” “Fairfield Scribes” and, of course, “50-Word Stories.”

JOHN H. DROMEY: Branding Irony

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“My ranch stretches farther than the eye can see—it seems to go on forever. That’s why I chose a lemniscate as my cattle brand.”

“A what?”

“The infinity symbol.” He traced a ∞ in the air. “But there’s a problem. Apparently, it’s already been registered as a Lazy Eight.”

John H. Dromey has micro-fiction, flash fiction, and short stories published in over 200 venues.

CAROL REEVES: Sensible Travel

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A whiff of Jasmine, I’m back on spring-break. The sound of rock music, I’m up on my feet. A taste of cocoa, I’m in from the cold. A sliver of moon, my heart skips a beat. A touch of silk, I’m back at the ball. Tiny, unexpected trips—never planned.

A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenge of Flash Fiction. Her stories are found in 50-Word Stories and Flash Fiction Magazine. She often writes of the privilege and vicissitudes of aging. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published in 2022.

JOANNE BOWERS: A Fishy Tale

Amusing, Puns and Wordplay, Submissions, ,

The old man told the story to anyone who’d listen. “I’d seen some strange things as a fisherman, but nothing like this! A giant fish leapt from the sea, smacked my face with its tail then splashed back in.”

“Codswallop!” someone commented.

“Too big for cod,” the old man said.

Joanne Bowers lives in England and enjoys reading and writing microfiction.

POLLY FOSTER: Bleached Bone

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After that we wanted to build a home together.

We pulled chattering bones from our packs and buried them deep under the foundations.

We carved initials into rafters and clapped sawdust from our hands.

Now we hunker down, listen to the coyote howls and wait for ghosts to move in.

Polly is a Content Strategist living in London with her partner and baby.

TIM BOITEAU: Up the Rabbit Hole

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The white rabbit pursued the girl in the blue pinafore across the giant chessboard, whiffled through the tulgey wood, battered down the back-talking doorknob, clambered up the tunnel of backward-tocking clocks, and stumbled into a wonderland of health-conscious caterpillars, frowning cats, and lucid hatters—where everything ran orderly and on time.

Tim Boiteau writes in Michigan. He is an Editor at Every Day Fiction and a Writer of the Future winner. His third novel, The Nilwere, is forthcoming from Grendel Press. See more at timboiteau.wordpress.com/

NICO CALVANICO: A Puddle on the Bathroom Floor

Adventure, Submissions, Top Stories, ,

With a flash, the lights go out. You wipe shampoo from your eyes and curse under your breath.

You turn off the water. The drain groans, then—silence. Your hands reach for your phone, but it’s hopeless; try as you might, you cannot see in the dark.

But I can.

Nico Calvanico is a native New Yorker and a student at The New School. After studying performing arts for his entire life, he has decided to pursue something far more lucrative: creative writing.

STEPHANIE PETERSON: A Death’s Green Opportunity

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Adam used a garden shovel to dig the hole. Between the sunflowers, Uncle Freddy insisted Lola be shaded from the sun. They wrapped the cat in a towel, and while he may have been playing gravedigger to get a leg up in his uncle’s will, Adam still shed a tear.

Stephanie Peterson is a college student from Northwest Indiana. Majoring in Political Science and minoring in Creative Writing and Environmental Science, Stephanie enjoys writing to the music of the seventies and the snoring of her German Shepherd.