The Art Studio in The Basement

Flash Fiction By Jason Smith A few years before I met Zoe she’d been married to a man named Sebastian who she met at Art College. After they both graduated they split up and got back together so many times, Zoe thought that they were meant to be together. Based on that logic Zoe proposedContinue reading “The Art Studio in The Basement”

Millie Hits A Home Run

Flash Fiction by Hillary Lyon “Fetch my coat, Avery.” Millie said as she grabbed the back of the sofa to steady herself. She wiped her hands on her jeans. “We’ve got to clean up your mess.” Her back ached; being eight months pregnant was hard on her spine. Being eight months pregnant made everything harder.Continue reading “Millie Hits A Home Run”

The Poch

Crime Fiction by Frank Sonderborg The Jukebox was pumping out, “Sweet Home Alabama,” which seemed to suit the vibe of the rundown roadside bar. Tico was sweating from the heat and that vibe was getting to him. “Christ Dom, do we have to listen to that shit.” “So, who then?” said Dom, “Barry fucking Manilow.Continue reading “The Poch”

I Never Said I Love You

Post-Apocalyptic Fiction by Melissa R. Mendelson They were all driving south. Thousands of vehicles crawling for miles and miles, bumper to bumper. Many were pulled over to the side, poor souls freezing in the cold, but there was no time to grieve for them. There was no time left for any of them as theContinue reading “I Never Said I Love You”

Someone Else

Flash Fiction by Calla Smith Laura had to run as fast and as far as she could. From that day forward, she would leave everything and everyone she knew behind until they had forgotten her face and the feeling of her name in their mouth. She would be someone else. Someone with no shame andContinue reading “Someone Else”

His Wandering Days Are Over

Flash Fiction By Jim Harrington Charlie sat in his favorite chair, hands on his knees, head tilted to one side. A steak knife protruded from his neck. Ellen, naked, used a cloth napkin to remove Bolognese sauce from her petite breast. “You aren’t hungry? That’s not like you. Spaghetti is your favorite.” She leaned forward,Continue reading “His Wandering Days Are Over”

Visiting Mom

Flash Fiction By Seamus O’ Leary Nubs drove his grey 1990 Lincoln Town Car through the toll plaza on I-90 in Chicago, while holding his cell phone to his ear with the three fingers of his left hand. “I’m going to visit with my ma. I’ll only be a little bit, and then I’ll meetContinue reading “Visiting Mom”

A Scene Illuminating the Perils of Truancy

Crime Fiction By B.W. Carter So, yeah, this boy, he’s standing on his usual corner, right, watching traffic dissolve into the vast white wash of the sun. The day is loud as a concert and very bright. The boy is slouching against a streetlamp. Squinting into the beeping, belching exhaust-sweet bustle, he smokes his lastContinue reading “A Scene Illuminating the Perils of Truancy”

Dead Giveaway

Flash Fiction by William Kitcher As soon as she sat beside me at the bar, I was skeptical. Too calculatedly down-market. I definitely liked the look of her: unusually beautiful face, very high cheekbones, a slight overbite that caused her smile to be intriguing and confusing, a vague scar that meandered from the side ofContinue reading “Dead Giveaway”