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.

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