I lie here in the white, staring at the ceiling
trying not to read too far into the lyrics of your music,
not to project my grief onto yours–
this is the curse of the detail-hungry mind,
that choosing a radio station
feels like another means of baring one’s soul.
Maria Cargille wrote this story.
He takes a personal day. Third Wednesday of every month.
Drives three hours each way. Gets forty minutes in a booth.
The man across from him has his hands, his eyes, his sense of humor.
Has fifteen years left on his sentence.
Has never explained why he did it.
Still.
Paul D’Arcy tells stories. All real. Most brief. You can read more at pauldrc.com.
When he woke, she asked about the cast and he said, “The moon fell on my foot.”
“No fooling,” she said.
He said he’d been reaching for the longest time.
“One day I touched it. I held it in my hand. But then I dropped it.”
“Silly grandpa,” she said.
Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
My daughter’s teacher called me. “She drew everyone in the class. Except herself.”
Over dinner, I asked her why.
“Teacher told us to draw the future,” she said softly. “I heard you and mama last night.” She pushed the dumplings slowly across her plate. “How much do I cost, Baba?”
Yang Zefan lives in China. This is Yang’s first attempt at microfiction in English.
The window is giving me nice morning sunlight. I’m trying to enjoy some solitude and tranquility, while you bustle about, oblivious. The chilled room was quite awful enough, but the water and warmer nights will not force me into anything. I will bloom when the mood strikes, and not before.
After decades of nattering on about moving abroad, Ed Walker finally retired and bought a house in Catalunya, Spain. His work can be found in 50-Word Stories, The Arcanist, Blink-Ink and elsewhere.
How long does it take to get to know someone? There are some people that you know the moment you meet them. Others surprise you years later.
Who are you?
Who am I?
I am the little voice inside your head.
You don’t know me as well as you think.
Bradan’s lifelong passion is writing. He is twenty-one years old and recently married to his wife, Addison Blanck. He is attending Colorado Mesa University and plans to graduate in the spring of 2027 with an accounting degree.
I’m Vanilla, lingering on sticky fingers, comfortably familiar.
She’s Viennetta, exotic mint choc chip flavour, craved daily, saved for special occasions.
I envy the amnesiac, forgetting significant events, how such treats taste celebrating another birthday. Who remembers death dates and correct funeral cake etiquette?
Left to melt; another Sundae service.
Steven Holding lives in the United Kingdom, where he writes because he has to. You can follow his work at www.stevenholding.co.uk.
Hazel’s brother laughed because she could never find the circus elephants. Or even the Big Dipper. But when they camped in the treehouse, Hazel startled awake, her eyes full moons. A firecracker sky of iridescent stars floated between the branches. Reaching up, she swung, flickering into a violet shooting star.
Nin Timbers adores tiny stories, whimsy and big laughs. Her stories can be found in 100 Word Story, Paragraph Planet and forthcoming in 101 Words.
The story of the week for August 24 to 28 is…
Abyss by Alyson Floyd
and
Teaching the youngest how to drive by Robb Lanum
I spit toothpaste in the sink and dial a digit at a time. Numbers tied to pigtails and “can I come to stay?” Those not used enough while crossing college lawns. When adulthood came, the ones I called each morning. Ten-digits etched on my heart ring a final time today.
Jozzie Stuchell Velesig is a Harvard-trained writer and founding member of the Story Street Writers. For more information, visit jozziewrites.com or storystreetwriters.com.