Me and Miranda play behind the sanctuary. Our wooden stick-swords slash the pine-needly air, maim the spiderwebs and the moss dangling green fingers in our faces. We slashslashslash a giggling path…

We were supposed to be the ones watching the classroom bird over school break; a bright white cockatiel with a definitive head bob that the kids went cuckoo over.  Should we have a longer recess, H…

We were supposed to be the ones watching the classroom bird over school break; a bright white cockatiel with a definitive head bob that the kids went cuckoo over.  Should we have a longer recess, H…

When the song comes on, you don’t quite roll your eyes at me and I don’t quite reach my hand out to squeeze yours. Kylie’s syrupy voice is still lush and full of life. I speak before Nick Cave can …

“Mama!” He is on her sticky-fingered, weaving into the finest wisps at her nape and yanking as he burrows, breathes deep, knees her in the bladder. She is frozen – unable to react, to hold him clos…

“Mama!” He is on her sticky-fingered, weaving into the finest wisps at her nape and yanking as he burrows, breathes deep, knees her in the bladder. She is frozen – unable to react, to hold him clos…

Truth: Who do you make love to in your mind when you make love to your partner? Menu: bruschetta with basil and parsley on pumpernickel; chilled lemon broth with cilantro salsa; grilled scallops; c…

Posts about flash fiction written by Chelsea

When the song comes on, you don’t quite roll your eyes at me and I don’t quite reach my hand out to squeeze yours. Kylie’s syrupy voice is still lush and full of life. I speak before Nick Cave can …

When the song comes on, you don’t quite roll your eyes at me and I don’t quite reach my hand out to squeeze yours. Kylie’s syrupy voice is still lush and full of life. I speak before Nick Cave can …

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Fabric does what it’s told if you’re patient, my mother says. She irons sitting down, in the corner of the living room with her back to the garden. She holds up the tumble-dried garment…

Shawna says she’s always looking for a person’s single lowest moment, and you thought to mention your husband is in love with another woman, but not that, how you’d managed to think about anything …

Ichi, ni, san, shi… Benny’s only been a Wal-Mart stockboy a couple of weeks, part time after school, and he’s already managed to screw it up. He grinds his teeth, literally bites his tongue, listen…

Charlotte babysat her three young cousins after school until their parents got home from work. She was only 16, but to the children, she was a grown-up. She made them play quietly while she did her…

Charlotte babysat her three young cousins after school until their parents got home from work. She was only 16, but to the children, she was a grown-up. She made them play quietly while she did her…

My brother and I attempt awkward conversation at a Chinese restaurant near the dive motel where he lives. I try not to stare at his teeth: gray, chipped, missing. Dark, square caves in his mouth. H…

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