“What the hell’s a cen-tau-rian?” Sheriff Eugene Mitchell asked. Eula Mae Hutten shook her stubby index finger in the sheriff’s face and began scolding him. “Little Eugene, don’t use that kind of language around me. I’ve known you since you… Continue Reading
Listen to “Abasteron House” by Paula Cappa, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Paula Cappa is a published short story author, novelist, and freelance copy editor. Her short fiction has appeared in SmokeLong Quarterly, Every Day Fiction, Fiction365, Twilight Times, and… Continue Reading
Page crosses the playground. She holds her notebook over her head to avoid four little girls and their soapy bubble wands. She waves to “Betty”, who sits with her back against a tree trunk; everyone waves to the homeless woman… Continue Reading
It happened so suddenly. We were completely unprepared and left with no instructions. Three weeks ago, she broke her ankle. Then, in the night, she couldn’t breathe. At the hospital, they told us our mother suffered a pulmonary embolism and… Continue Reading
First Place Winner Flash Fiction Chronicles String-of-10 FIVE Contest — Spring ’13 The hose squirms in my hands, a fat serpent. Water hits concrete, whirlpools in the blackened chasm, and vaporizes into smoke that smells of burning tires. The sooty… Continue Reading
My husband and I bought a house out in the country on an acre of land. We spent as much time as we could outdoors. He took a lot of pride in caring for the yard, while I loved to… Continue Reading
Wizards in tan uniforms arrived at the factory in an orderly line. By 9AM they had already filled the rows and rows of benches under the high metal ceiling and begun to make ice. Several large motivational pictures were posted… Continue Reading
More than the tales of old men on winter evenings. More than the light that creeps up on sleepless nights of regrets. Repeatedly, without understanding but not without insistence, call centres had rung Albert’s phone. Trying to sell him a… Continue Reading
Will had his eye pressed up against the peephole, peering into the empty hallway of the apartment complex. Satisfied, he turned back to Tommy, sitting on the well worn sofa. “No, not ‘assaulted’, I said ‘salted’. I think Carl is… Continue Reading
Listen to “His Good Wife” by Tina Wayland, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Tina Wayland is a stay-at-home mom, freelance copywriter and out-of-the-closet fiction writer. She’s got her fingers in a few pies and hopes to net herself a few… Continue Reading