“I am so tired,” he admits.
“I adore you,” I reply.
Corinne Engber currently resides in Ohio, where she writes lots of essays and likes someone she shouldn’t.
“I am so tired,” he admits.
“I adore you,” I reply.
Corinne Engber currently resides in Ohio, where she writes lots of essays and likes someone she shouldn’t.
I watched her from across the street.
Dorothy, predictable, walking her dog, jogging, gardening.
I don’t know what it was about Dorothy. The first time I saw her, she strolled casually up the driveway; that was it.
She was mine, she did not know; my lovely Dorothy across the street.
Bill Drummond is a scuba diver with a writing problem.
As Don drove, he reveled in this week’s ecstasies: a promotion, the Humanitarian Award, and his engagement.
He bent to answer his phone, looked up to see red–the traffic light–heard a thud, and saw red again in his mirror, oozing from a still body.
He hit the gas.
Bryan Joyner is a middle-aged banker who read about 50-word stories in Daniel Pink’s book “A Whole New Mind”, and began using the concept to connect with his two college age children. Each of them write stories and send them to each other for feedback.
I’d like to again apologize for the inconsistency on the site for the past couple of weeks. I’m on a business trip and working 12+ hour days, and I’ve just been forgetting to schedule stories in between working my overtime and having Skype conversations with my wife and son back home…
Next week should be better. I’m going to prepare the full week’s worth of stories in advance (what an intriguing concept!).
Sorry again!
My granddaughter announced that she will be Superman’s daughter this year.
I ask what kind of costume she plans to wear.
Her dad will dress up as Superman and she’ll collect the candy!
There’s some distance between her new front teeth, so that when she smiles she’s a pumpkin.
Marian Brooks has recently retired and found some time to write short fiction. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband.
Editor: This true story was too cute not to share. Happy Halloween! Be safe and have fun, everyone.
Frustrated, Raymond slammed his head onto his keyboard. I can’t keep mother waiting! he thought.
Dejected after days of searching through hundreds of online classified ads without any success, he pressed on and eventually found exactly the item he needed: “For sale, one wooden casket. Barely used. $100 or best offer.”
M.H. Camero lives in southern Illinois with his beautiful wife and earns tens of dollars a year with his writing.
You turn away; my lips brush your hair. It’s like reaching for the moon and falling into its watery reflection instead.
You sneer; your songs become grumbles.
See the full moon rising? It’s your face: my fingers touch you, and I am turned upside-down in the water: I’m waiting; drowning.
Rachel Rose Teferet enjoys designing websites, creative writing, and goat herding. Her website is lettersandfeathers.wordpress.com.
Describe HER:
A gentle breeze of pure virtue blowing tenaciously.
An epitome of unconditional and humane love.
A devotee to service of the weakest and meekest.
Unconditional worker without expectations.
An Angel in human form.
A Saint who has totally surrendered to God’s will.
That is our Beloved Mother Teresa.
Vaidya Shankar is an Engineer by profession with an interest in writing.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“Can’t breathe… Heart pounding… Need an ambulance…”
“Where are you, sir?”
“Payphone, 10th and Grand… Please hurry!”
“Are you injured?”
“No.”
“Do you have health problems? Asthma?”
“No.”
“Has this happened before?”
“No.”
“What were you doing when the breathing problems started?”
“Running from the cops.”
Gary Clifton, forty years a cop, has short fiction pieces published or pending on over 40 online sites. He has an M.S. from Abilene Christian University.
I put out bits of bacon for the sparrows. Frederick says I am spoiling them.
I ask him why that matters, and he just shrugs. “It will matter when they return to their homes,” he says. “The others will reject them for the smell of dead pigs on their breath.”
Christina Murphy’s flash fiction has appeared in a range of journals and anthologies, most recently in Fresh Ground: Coffee House Flash Fiction Anthology and Astarte Journal of Fantasy.