Flash Fiction by Bethany Bruno Soft Places The first thing the pool spat out was a hair scrunchie. It circled above the drain, bright pink against all that blue. Then a child’s sock, waterlogged an…

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Written By: Justin Nicholes “Relax.” Chuck spoke from outside the cabin, where red pines skied evergreen, mangy. He was affixing a tarp against Northwoods Wisconsin winter.

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When I first saw him, he looked like a creek. Uneven, tattered, often inundated. Backwater syndrome, I smirked. Not quite sufficient on your own. Never sufficient on your own. Always a sneaky entry. P...

In which I write about writers behaving like writers at a famous writers’ conference

So She’s mad because He drinks too much well not just that he drinks too much but that he lies about it. When she asked what happened to the tequila in the fridge he stood there looking for it like he…

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Flash Fiction by Howie Good Archaic Remnants of the Pre-Digital Age 1 What an experience, to be in total darkness at one in the afternoon. The world didn’t seem real. There was glass falling everyw…

by Justin Nicholes “Snowflakes sailed in tight suicide spirals against the Minneapolis-St. Paul terminal windows, then slipstreamed in retreat.”