His mother’s knees locked up and he could hear the amber in them crystalizing. Over the years, his ear honed to it. It crackled in her cartilage, growing and reaching to weave into more of her. Sink i...

It hovers in the sky like a baby killer whale. I avoid day light because at night it’s harder to make out, but it’s still unmistakable. Starless and shiny, an obsidian square. It calls to me as I trai...

His mother’s knees locked up and he could hear the amber in them crystalizing. Over the years, his ear honed to it. It crackled in her cartilage, growing and reaching to weave into more of her. Sink i...

His mother’s knees locked up and he could hear the amber in them crystalizing. Over the years, his ear honed to it. It crackled in her cartilage, growing and reaching to weave into more of her. Sink i...

Unlike the park’s main entrance, the door to the break room doesn’t roar. Instead, the rusty hinges sigh like me easing into my La-Z-Boy. I step inside and see manager Julie spreading a Stegosaurus…

The SmokeLong Grand Micro Contest (The Mikey) is now an annual competition celebrating and compensating the best micro fiction and nonfiction online. The grand prize winner of The Mikey is automatical...