Western Fiction By Matthew Senn “If it’s so goddamn cold in here, how come I’m sweatin’ my ass off?” The three other men who stood with Rhys ‘Luck’ Cain in the small abandoned homestead, all gave him their fair share of looks as they watched him stand next to the small wood stove wearing aContinue reading “Spit for Luck”
Category Archives: Flash Fiction
A Bottle of Vodka
Flash Fiction By Dick Johnson It was summer when Joe walked into the bar on 2nd street. It was the same old place, and Billy was sitting in his same old spot, while the juke box played the same old “Sweet Home Alabama”, and people danced around. “Joe! You’re out! Let me buy you aContinue reading “A Bottle of Vodka”
The Less you have, The More it Hurts to Lose it.
By Andy Betz Two Socks Mismatched No longer paired with their mates Two Socks Alone Singular purpose to keep that close-by warm Two Socks Attracted by static Kept attracted by a greater force Two Socks Needing a mate to be complete No longer needing an identical mate Two Old Socks Now together One New PairContinue reading “The Less you have, The More it Hurts to Lose it.”
The Swine Hunt
Crime Fiction By Pamela Ebel “Jan, where the hell are you? It’s almost sunrise and I need to get to Bayou Pointe by 6:00. I want to see where the boars are bedding down for the day. Where’s my breakfast?’ Her husband Tony’s angry shout reached down the hallway of the small apartment to Jan’sContinue reading “The Swine Hunt”
Shots Ring Out
By Matthew Senn My daddy was a paranoid man. Had every right to be too, ‘course. He’d always figgered someone would come lookin’ for ‘im one day. Never went into much more detail than that. One mornin’, he hears some shots ring out. He was a corn farmer then, our patch a land went fromContinue reading “Shots Ring Out”
The Psychic
By Alex Finch Everyone who claimed psychics were a scam truly had no idea what we really did. We’re not weathermen, lottery number sources, or sports casters. We don’t see the future at all! No man, dead or alive, can actually see the future. Psychics don’t bother trying to do the impossible. Instead, we seeContinue reading “The Psychic”
Owen and Jessica
by Joseph Carrabis Owen’s gaze went from the morning sun outside the kitchen window to his laptop screen. He closed the lid so Jessica couldn’t read what he’d written. Besides, it was time to make breakfast. He went to the drawer with all the butcher knives in it. There was one he never used. ItContinue reading “Owen and Jessica”
While I Was Frozen
Flash Fiction By K.A. Williams “The world has changed,” Doctor Bertram said. I looked past him toward my wife, Crystal, who didn’t look a day older. “She hasn’t,” I observed. “You must have spent most of my fortune on plastic surgery.” The doctor laughed. “Actually -” he began, but she interrupted him. “Darling, isn’t itContinue reading “While I Was Frozen”
Stapelia Grandiflora
Flash Fiction By Megan Thompson Our sense of smell is closely related to our memory; For some people that could be the spicy smell of cinnamon that reminds them of grandma’s house, or the smell of fresh wood burning in Autumn air that takes you back to those teenage Friday nights. For me, the smellContinue reading “Stapelia Grandiflora”
Detective Michael Penelope
By Andy Betz He understood he wouldn’t make it to the police. His pace had slowed with every minute that passed. Normally, he could count on his youthful exuberance to propel him forward. But that was then and this is now. The sun dried the blood in his hair, but not that on his forehead. Continue reading “Detective Michael Penelope”