Publishes 6-sentence stories 2nd Thursday every month. No more than 400 words. Submissions always open. Never a fee. Editor, Jeff Harvey (@jhhwriter.bsky.social) https://gooseberry-pie.com/submissio...

When I was thirteen, Pam, a family friend’s daughter, told me she was a “bare branches” child, meaning the bloodline would die with her. A dead end. Pam

We ate them on a muggy Spring afternoon. I skipped out from work saying I had a legal appointment, not entirely untrue. Sweat trickled down my belly and tickled my underarms during the two-block walk....

We ate them on a muggy Spring afternoon. I skipped out from work saying I had a legal appointment, not entirely untrue. Sweat trickled down my belly and tickled my underarms during the two-block walk....

He’s a man, a good poet, but today I’m tired of being told what I am by men and poets.

We Had Something Beautiful

An online journal of very short fictions -- under 1000 words.

It Goes Like This

– There were rumors, of course.  Like that time Helen’s boy, Dale, had this catalytic converter side hustle going on. Helen believed his overtime story because she wanted that new Ashley…

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by Charlotte Hamrick I’m sitting in the carport of my childhood home sometime in the 1970s. I’m barefoot because it’s summer and I’m often barefoot in summer, the soles of my feet toughened from wa…