I was twelve when I became a tree. Mother prepared me for the blood, for my stomach to turn, for my body to change, but that isn’t what happened. Not exactly. It started with an itch at my elbow. ...

Fiction by Skyler Melnick

Fiction by Skyler Melnick

Fiction by Skyler Melnick

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

We did not mean for this to happen. The boy, bleeding on Marie’s carpet. Marie standing on his chest, tap dancing, as if that will help the situation.

New experiment on Fives and Favs.

The line takes forever, but finally it’s my turn. I stare at my best friend, tucked into a girl-sized mahogany coffin. Bridget is incredibly dead. Face painted, hair curled and crunchy, she looks e...

Obviously, she says, I can’t come to the hill anymore. Don’t make that face! I’m not welcome anymore.

Fiction by Skyler Melnick

Gerta lost her mother in the fifth grade and became a horse for a year. I tried to talk to her on the playground, she was always alone. But she only neighed and shook the fence, trying to escape our…

The line takes forever, but finally it’s my turn. I stare at my best friend, tucked into a girl-sized mahogany coffin. Bridget is incredibly dead. Face painted, hair curled and crunchy, she looks e...

I am one of the girls. My sister is the other. Girlhood is something you do alone. We do it alone, together. There were never any adults. Not really. My sister is paddling. She’s younger but h...

We don’t let the cat out anymore because she kills everything. Piles birds in the kitchen; mice in the cupboards; squirrels in the bathtub. Brings cats from around the neighborhood, mangled to death––...

I am one of the girls. My sister is the other. Girlhood is something you do alone. We do it alone, together. There were never any adults. Not really. My sister is paddling. She’s younger but her arms…