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ALEXA DONLEY: Homecomings

July 15, 2026Artistic, SubmissionsAlexa Donley, cry for help, human condition, supportTim

Running away is the easy part—it’s the coming home that hurts. Seeing your shoes lined up at the front door, your car in the driveway, your flowers blooming in the front garden. They all waited for you, faithful, steady.

It will be harder to leave next time, knowing that.


Alexa Donley is a speculative fiction author living in Washington. When not writing, she can be found traveling to new places or walking in storms. Her first book, The House on the Rocks, is available now, as well as monthly short stories on Patreon.

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ELLIOTT FIELDING: I don’t take it for granted

July 15, 2026Artistic, SubmissionsElliott Fielding, fear, hope, human conditionTim

I walk by memory through night-dark rooms, take comfort in familiar imperfections — curled wallpaper and doors scratched by other people’s dogs. But my sense of security is strung through with a barbed-wire-strand of fear; I know I could lose this home. The strongest gratitude comes hand in hand with grief.


Elliott Fielding is a Colorado scientist and emerging author who weighs phrases and measures words.

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DAVID SYDNEY: Moth Toast

July 14, 2026Amusing, Submissionsanti-climax, bugs, compassion, David Sydney, funny, insects, irony, twistTim

“What’re you doing, Ed?”

He motioned for quiet, crumpling a napkin. “This moth’s toast.”

The insect was on the kitchen table.

“Don’t kill it, Ed. It has a life too.”

Life? Too? His face twisted.

After he released it into their backyard, it was almost immediately eaten by a bird.


David Sydney is a physician who writes fiction in and out of the EHR (Electronic Health Record).

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SIMON BUCKLEY: Concerns Have Been Raised

July 14, 2026Amusing, Submissionsart, control, funny, Simon BuckleyTim

Hi Leo.

Yes, the exhibition install was fine!

The issue we’re having is the wall text has raised concerns about your artwork.

Thing is, we’ve realised it’s correct.

I’m afraid the situation has changed.

It’s now just the wall text on display.

See you at 8.

The wall text insisted.


Simon Buckley is a Glasgow-based writer and visual artist. His interdisciplinary practice explores language, rurality and non-human intelligence. He is co-coordinator of the action research group Durty Beanz, and his artwork and writing has been exhibited and published by galleries, museums and institutions internationally. His flash fiction has appeared in MAP Magazine, with forthcoming work in BULL.

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LYNN KOZLOWSKI: Endgame

July 13, 2026Artistic, Submissionsaging, hope, human condition, investment, love, relationships, timeTim

We had good decades held together by children, purpose, and compatibility. Our love turned quieter, moving out of the foreground. Now, we find ourselves in a bounded endgame, wanting to evade stagnation and trying to love more once again—while we still have left some time and love to spend.


Lynn Kozlowski has appeared in The Citron Review, The Zodiac Review, Molecule, 50-Word Stories, Bright Flash Literary Review, Every Day Fiction, The Dribble Drabble Review, Friday Flash Fiction, and The Malahat Review. He has a volume of short pieces, Historical Markers.

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JOEY TO: The Intersection

July 13, 2026Artistic, Submissionshuman condition, Joey To, letting go, relationships, stuckTim

I see her at the intersection up ahead, so I hurry.

When I get there, three signs face us: straight ahead is PAST; both left and right, FUTURE.

“Which way?” I ask.

She says nothing and goes left.

I should go right… but I just stay and watch her go.


Nowadays, Joey is more concerned with red light cameras at the intersection. His work can be found at joeytoey.com.au.

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STORY OF THE WEEK: July 12

July 12, 2026NewsTim

The story of the week for July 6 to 10 is…

Forwarding Address by Paul D’Arcy
and
Mother’s Intuition by Bob Thurber

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MELANIE REIFFENSTEIN: The Commute

July 10, 2026Artistic, Submissionsdepression, hope, human condition, Melanie Reiffenstein, purposeTim

The pavement rolls under my tires like a conveyor belt of doom. Over and over again, taking me further and yet nowhere. At the intersection, the crane hoists a heavy load. Stopped at the red light, I imagine it coming loose, crushing my car’s roof. What would the headline say?


Melanie Reiffenstein is a writer thriving on coffee and books. She is a communications expert by day living in Toronto with her husband and two young kids.

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BOB THURBER: Mother’s Intuition

July 10, 2026Artistic, Submissions, Top Storiesadvice, Bob Thurber, irony, relationshipsTim

I met my mother at a ritzy downtown restaurant to celebrate her divorce from my step-father. I brought a date. We had a feast.

After dinner, my mother said: “Listen. That girl.”

“Donna. Her name is Donna.”

“Not important. What’s important is you understand.”

“Understand what?”

“She’s not the one.”


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.

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SANDRA JAMES: Evidence

July 9, 2026Adventure, Submissionscrime, evidence, murder, police, Sandra James, thrillerTim

My encounter with serial killer David Hastings went unnoticed by all around us. In the crowd, I pressed close, wiped my bloody DNA-laced hand across his sleeve, and slipped Kelly Mason’s silver bracelet into his pocket. Then I strolled to the corner phone box and dialled the anonymous police line.


Sandra James writes from a rural property in Heathcote Victoria, Australia. Her second collection of short fiction, Black Rain and other stories, is available now.

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