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PEGGY ACOTT: Fruitcake

September 6, 2022Amusing, Submissionsfunny, murder, Peggy Acott, poison, the last strawTim

He loved fruitcake, and he always said that hers was never as good as his mother’s. Like with everything else. So, for one more time she set out the ingredients on the counter: flour, sugar, butter, pecans, raisins, arsenic, cherries, cinnamon, nutmeg and rum. Lots of rum.

She hated fruitcake.


Peggy Acott makes her home in the Pacific NW, with a partner, dog, large garden, and some would say an outrageous number of books.

Her writing includes fiction, non-fiction and poetry, along with an active journal and letter-writing practice. Her fiction has appeared both in print and online, including Spadina Literary Review, Cactus Heart Press, and PDX Writers, among others. She was co-author of the book “Portland Made: the makers of Portland’s manufacturing renaissance.” She was a semi-finalist in The Writer Magazine’s Summer 2022 Flash Fiction Contest, and is currently deep into the second draft of her first novel. See more at peggyacott.wordpress.com.

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KIM MURDOCK: Decluttering by Firelight

September 5, 2022Artistic, Submissionshuman condition, Kim Murdock, nostalgia, opportunity, what ifTim

And this picture on the end table, two people, but in this light they’re two long blue shadows. Cradle it; can you feel its weight? Now rifle your memory. For the texture of skin. Contours you travelled. Odd shapes you assumed. Notice when your palms pulse like a firefly. If.


Kim Murdock writes mostly flash fiction and micro fiction. Her work has appeared in Tiny Molecules, Hungry Ghost Magazine, Blink-Ink, Ellipsis Zine, 100 Word Story, and elsewhere. Follow her on Twitter at @herselfKim.

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CASEY LAINE: When You’re Alone

September 5, 2022Adventure, Amusing, SubmissionsCasey Laine, creepy, funny, mystery, shadowTim

Nameless I came into the world, and nameless I remain. Language affords no more than the barest guess of what I am.

The prickle on your skin when you’re alone. The whisper in your ear. The shadow cast off-kilter, moving on its own.

I am watching.

Better mind your manners.


Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. She parlays this abundance of words into many writings: journals, poetry, and of course several novels in progress. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera and walks her giant dog.

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STORY OF THE WEEK: September 4

September 4, 2022NewsTim

The story of the week for August 29 to September 2 is…

Redundant by Zoe Zammit

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SHAI AFSAI: Separation

September 2, 2022Submissions, Touchinghope, loneliness, loss, reconciliation, relationships, Shai AfsaiTim

Making the bed alone, the sheets won’t stay in place. Besides, the double mattress we’d talked about replacing with a king feels empty. I sleep on the couch.

Around midnight, I hear the front door open. She still has her key. But there isn’t room on the couch for two.


Shai Afsai lives in Providence, Rhode Island. Enough said.

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NICK YOUNG: Timepiece

September 2, 2022Artistic, Submissions, Touchinghurt, moving on, Nick Young, relationshipsTim

With steady hand and infinite care, the watchmaker positioned the final pieces, gently wound the stem, smiling with satisfaction as the intricate mechanism came to life — springs and wheels meshing with precision. Slowly removing the loupe from his eye he sighed, wishing his broken heart could be mended so easily.


Nick Young is a retired award-winning CBS News Correspondent. In addition to 50-Word Stories, writing has appeared in more than twenty publications including the Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Bookends Review, the Nonconformist Magazine, Backchannels Review, Sandpiper, the San Antonio Review, Flyover Magazine, Pigeon Review, The Best of CaféLit 11 and Vols. I and II of the Writer Shed Stories anthologies. He lives outside Chicago.

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THOMPSON EMATE: The Journey

September 1, 2022Artistic, Submissionschallenge, human condition, overcoming, poetic, struggle, Thompson EmateTim

Nightfall. Darkness permeates. The stars embellish the night sky. The moon walks on its podium in a full glow.

We hear the sounds of the night creatures as we take our journey to a homeland.

We seek a serene place. We’ve waded through chaotic waters. We’ve walked through sombre days.


Thompson is a writer of diverse colours although he’s still trying to get his foot in some. His short stories can be seen in voice.club. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.

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AJ JOSEPH: The Night Market

September 1, 2022Artistic, SubmissionsA.J. Joseph, heartbreak, love, moving on, pain, relationshipsTim

She clutched her bag tightly as she wandered the night market. No fake branded goods or childhood snacks here; instead, stalls advertised broken dreams and childhood fears on sale.

Reaching the stall she was looking for, she held out her bag and asked “How much for one badly broken heart?”


AJ Joseph tweets very short stories as @sonobeus.

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ZOE ZAMMIT: Redundant

August 31, 2022Artistic, Submissions, Touchinghuman condition, loss, purpose, Zoe ZammitTim

When the company went bankrupt, Grandpa bought one of the huge office photocopiers, going cheap. Grandma was furious. It sat in their garage, plugged in, making the occasional sound and waiting for something useful to do. Grandpa made copies of our drawings. Maybe he just wanted to feel useful, too.


Zoe Zammit is a lawyer, amateur historian, dog-lover and writer living in Melbourne, Australia.

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MELISSA WILLIAMS: Heat Wave

August 31, 2022Artistic, Submissionsbar, escape, human condition, Melissa WilliamsTim

It’s an impossible place to be happy. She shouldn’t have stayed, but the air outside is desolate, the subway packed.

She tilts back the glass of gin-and-tonic he poured her, rolls an ice cube around her tongue, then bites down on it, the crunch crushing the sound of his voice.


Melissa Williams is a writer and autopathography researcher who seeks enlightenment from within large cups of dark coffee and the odd G&T. You can find her here: melissajowilliams.wordpress.com

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