The first time you cheated on me, you cried over the phone.
“We have to talk,” you said.
We walked in bruised silence through the park, then sat and stared over the hill.
“I don’t understand,” I said at last.
“Let me explain,” you told me. “We’re not a couple.”
David still doesn’t get it completely.
Guilt burns my gut, only slightly sated by the whisky I sip.
The affair had been revenge for all the times his eyes had strayed. Joke was, I couldn’t tell him.
So my gut continues to burn as I take another sip and watch as his eyes stray once more.
Melissa is a writer, teacher, and dog lover in the Middle of Nowhere, Michigan.
Sitting alone on the plane, a pretty girl came and sat next to me. We immediately fell in love at first sight. At the end of the holiday we were really close and exchanged numbers.
Back home, I called her.
“My wife is in the shower,” said a masculine voice.
Negin Aghajari wrote this story.
“I remember when we met. You told me I was beautiful. You only had eyes for me. Should’ve known it wouldn’t last forever. But her, of all people. My sister! How could you do that to me? Answer me!”
Malcolm stayed silent, the pool of blood around his head growing.
D M Day writes flash, science and fantasy fiction, and poetry. Her work can be read on her blog Musings and Daydreams
. She loves cooking and being by the sea. She lives in Liverpool, England.
Todd’s been in the neighborhood from its earliest days. He’s seen the trees grow beyond the arbitrary boundaries of backyard fences and spread their limbs and roots into adjoining yards.
Time has a way of blurring man-made borders like that, he thinks as he wakes up beside his neighbor’s wife.
Daniel Slaten writes short stories and poetry in small notebooks and on sticky notes.
It was how she went up to him at him at the party, waiting for me to be on the other side of the room. I just knew. He’ll deny it, and say I’m being jealous or paranoid, like all the other times. But I knew.
A woman always knows.
Matthew Corey is a writer living in Brooklyn, and has poems published in Two Cities Review, Travel-taintd: Turtle-Point Press Review, and fiction in the Lascaux Review.
The human mind displays its wonder and mystery. With two words, the doubts and suspicions first cast aside rise to a thundering crescendo. Anger, despair, betrayal, and love all battle for dominance and endeavour to exert their will on the next decision, only three words:
“Who is he?”
Tony is from Nairobi, Kenya, and is currently studying business in Malaysia. He has loved reading since he was a kid and feels that writing is a fun way to be creative. In his spare time he plays the the saxophone and loves watching thriller and horror movies.
When she caught us, Louise stared at me with a kitchen knife in her hand.
In an act of defiant retribution, she picked up her phone and pressed play. Celine Dion – My heart will go on. Of all the songs to die to…
She knew how much I hated it.
Stephen sometimes writes poems and strangely murderous flash fictions. Find him at stephenkirkdaniels.com
The “DO NOT DISTURB” tag was hanging on the doorknob.
His wedding ring sparkled on his left hand. The gun gleamed on his right hand.
Muffled moans echoed through the motel door.
Still sobbing, he slammed the back of his head against the wall in time with the creaking bed.
Eliah Medina is a Legal Studies major in Texas who also enjoys creative writing.
Business trip cancelled.
Jack and Coke: he drank it in gulps.
The drive home was slow, thoughtful. Driveway full. He parked down the street.
The door opened quietly. He ascended the stairs. Giggles and moans echoed across the wooden floors. Oak. Just what she wanted.
He unholstered his new .38.
Nicolas Frame is an author of short fiction, nonfiction articles, and some poetry.