Congratulations to JMWW contributor Sumitra Singam!

Congratulations to Michelle Ross, whose story “Long Game," published in jmww, was chosen to appear in Best Microfiction 2026!

We are pleased to announce our 2026 Best Small Fictions Nominations!

We are reading Blended & Beyond, Flash Fiction, and Poetry now through January 15th. Send us your best!

I keep returning to this quiet truth: you don't need a long list to justify your year or measure your worth.

When New Dad says he’s going fishing, he’s really going fishing.

We are pleased to announce our nominations for Best Microfiction 2026

The crowd names you “Little Inferno.” You like the name. No one asks if it hurts.

An expensive, sought-after breed, which Maggie only knew because she took a photo of the animal’s smushed face and uploaded it to Google. Maggie ended up with Gouda. She didn’t choose him. He didn’…

Kai wonders if this is a drill or not. Too late to ask. Lately, he’s had a hard time paying attention

Behind the Scenes, featuring a jmww editorial team member. This week, get to know Lisa Thornton, Associate Flash Fiction Editor

A month before she died, she stripped to her bra and underwear on a July day and climbed into a city fountain.

The more I listened, the more the drumming made sense. Glued together by a few steady beats, pleasing, ever-shifting patterns formed in the chaos.

“The smoke helps the pineapples grow the same size,” he says, “but first they have to bring them to within an inch of their lives.” And I roll my eyes because he’s not really talking about pineappl…

I walk down the stairs – concrete, the edges smoothed away by time and the march of many mothers.

“The smoke helps the pineapples grow the same size,” he says, “but first they have to bring them to within an inch of their lives.” And I roll my eyes because he’s not really talking about pineappl…

“The smoke helps the pineapples grow the same size,” he says, “but first they have to bring them to within an inch of their lives.” And I roll my eyes because he’s not really talking about pineappl…

Making toast becomes the one thing in her day that she single-tasks, even though, living alone now, she doesn’t need to multi-task anymore.

Making toast becomes the one thing in her day that she single-tasks, even though, living alone now, she doesn’t need to multi-task anymore.

Like this, like this Benny instructs them as he whirls his green chalk in the air like a magic wand to summon the Blacktop King

We had been searching, or maybe dreaming, mapping the geography of mailboxes and morning glories that sprawled like nebulas across sidewalks.

You should never swim alone.

After the funeral, my father sends me a one-minute timer, the small, plastic kind used in board games, only it’s not filled with fine, white sand but lumpy flecks of gray.

Photo by Christian Lucas on Unsplash by Lisa Thornton Say you had gone to him, that boy across the street from the house you lived in before your parents split up, the one you could see from your bedr...

All things perhaps become bigger and more terrifying once they’ve been let out.

All things perhaps become bigger and more terrifying once they’ve been let out.

The falcon is so close to me I can smell her warm, earthy scent, count the bars on her wing. Her claws dig into my arm. If I removed the glove, she’d draw blood.