“Billy’s done it again! The Woodley girl’s dress is just ruined. Ink all over their carpet. I don’t know what we’re going to do with the boy, Howard. But you’ve got to do something.” Gladys sat down hard at the kitchen table,… Continue Reading
Listen to “Repossession” by Peter Wood, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Peter Wood is an attorney in Raleigh, North Carolina where he lives with his patient wife and surly cat. He has had stories published in Ray Gun Revival, Bull… Continue Reading
Howling in rage, Zephaniah Twinkle hurled his wand at the crumbling, leather-bound Trollpuddle’s Compendium of Arcane Spells and Ritual. Sparks flew as burnished oak bounced off faded pages of vellum. Zephaniah wrinkled his nose, inhaling the sickly stench of rotting… Continue Reading
It is senior prom weekend, but that means nothing to Michaela Spear. Well, actually it does have some significance. It’s very near the last day I’ll have to spend with those stuck-up jackasses at school. But not the last day… Continue Reading
I remember the day they brought me home, after the meat wagon hauled my worthless mother’s body away. Meth overdose. It was my thirteenth birthday. My new parents were distant relatives I’d never heard of. They were kind and understanding… Continue Reading
This patient always came in very late, she remarked. Exquisitely attired, smelling of pure ice cold cologne, a thin black tie dividing him perfectly in half, and late. Not only this, but every time he would leave before the work… Continue Reading
Norma had never wanted a robot. At 82, what did she need with that kind of newfangled technology, anyway? They were just toddlers shaped like garbage cans, more nuisance than anything. She couldn’t even step outside her house most of… Continue Reading
I spent my last night in Torremolinos at a bar called Tina’s. I got there around eight, early by Spanish standards. Sitting alone at the bar, I took a long pull from a bottle of San Miguel. Shortly afterward, I… Continue Reading
My last earthbound memory was my Aunt Heloise, Bible in hand, imploring me to repent my sinful ways and accept Jesus as my personal savior. I ignored her. Something about the little beeping machine beside my hospital bed fascinated me.… Continue Reading
Listen to “Soggy Sandy” by Gay Degani, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Gay Degani has published on-line and in print including her own collection, Pomegranate Stories. She is editor-emeritus of EDF’s Flash Fiction Chronicles, a staff editor at SmokeLong Quarterly,… Continue Reading