The town marveled at the prosperity of Asa Miller’s lawn. Every day, a dozen people begged for his secret. Then, only ten begged. Then, five… two… one. Then, Asa had to settle for store-bought fertilizer. Jessica McHugh is an author… Continue Reading
Destiny craved stillness, but it was the one thing she could never have. She had to move on. How could she not? She stayed in guest houses when there was money, and on friends’ sofas when there wasn’t. Strangers’ floors,… Continue Reading
Bill knew immediately that the Devil had appeared behind him. He didn’t know how he knew, but somehow he just did. “At least you chose a good gun for killing yourself,” the Devil said as he squeezed around the large… Continue Reading
The crazy woman was out in the street again last night, ranting and demanding cigarettes. “They took my stuff! Why do they have to come into your house and take your stuff?!?” It was the warm muggy days at the… Continue Reading
The bar was dark — almost pitch black, and I liked it that way. Nothing but little candles on the tables, like stars in a night sky, to provide a brief soupçon of light. My boyfriend, Tony, sat across from… Continue Reading
editorial by Camille Gooderham Campbell From the Editors April showers are supposed to bring May flowers, right? May is Short Story Month, and in keeping with our tradition of the past couple of years, Flash Fiction Chronicles is collecting links… Continue Reading
This is the night mom pulls out her cardboard poster tube from where she hides it in the oven. We meet in the dining room with grilled cheeses and she slides out a diploma — can you believe it? she… Continue Reading
“‘Lately, I feel this echo in my hands.’ That was the first line of our Book Club book last month,” said Susan. “Peter said it’s his favourite opening sentence. I think it’s beautiful. Peter says it speaks to the reader.”… Continue Reading
Listen to “Apotheosis Cake” by Alexander Burns, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Alexander Burns lives in Denton, TX. He writes because he doesn’t have a basement in which to build robots or time machines. His work has appeared at Every… Continue Reading
Windows make all the difference. Darkness will consume this room, not now, not for some time. But without these windows, east and west, everything would be shades of grey. This life, that I barely live, would hold no color and… Continue Reading