Today's listing of the day is: Wallstrait: A Literary Journal of Hard-to-Define Fiction @wallstrait.bsky.social (some fees) #WritingCommunity

I feel like water through a colander. That’s what I’m trying to tell him. The doctor sighs.

We welcome flash fiction, longer stories, and hybrid experimental stuff you can't quite define. We publish a new story every three weeks.

Helene Sharawi uses words like quadriller. She is mysteriously beige. Inscrutable. Stares at readers from her byline through cat eye specs and with deific certainty. Unreproachable. Isinglass. Macedoi...

In hot Haiti sun, on the NGO compound at rue Pelican, Boy scrambles up the bark. Through mango tree leaves, illuminated lime green, in his fluorescent cocoon for one, he lays pressed to timber slats o...

In hot Haiti sun, on the NGO compound at rue Pelican, Boy scrambles up the bark. Through mango tree leaves, illuminated lime green, in his fluorescent cocoon for one, he lays pressed to timber slats o...

Standing in line at the Food Dragon with Froot Loops and PBR when my dang phone goes off. It’s Davis, my boss. “What.”  “Get your ass down to Weenus Chrysler-Chicken-Cadillac, out on the Senator Ken...

—Yes, I can explain. Yes, the fact that I’m going to explain implies that there is an explanation. Yes, it is a fact. Right now it’s an assertion but… Hello? Erik hangs up the phone, closes his eyes ...

What it must have meant, to my father, to bring his daughter to the ballet. After his childhood. After finding his parents drunk-dead on the kitchen floor. After the pedestrian white-trash poverty he ...

Rule number one with Rosie Cailean O’Brien was to never get stinkin’ falling-down drunk, because that was a stripper’s ticket to assault or worse, and she’d been careful about it until a week ago when...

Reading Periods: September 1 – December 1. March 1 - June 1.What We Pay: $100 via PayPal upon publication.What We Publish: Fiction NonfictionNo limitations on genre, style, etc. Just send us your be...

scrolling thru the usual pit of despair & i find myself again, a pile of imperfections & ardor. lulu is like ‘okie hun, u have GOT to get off that shit’ but i am like ‘i love them all, i love them all...

The Smart Search List of the Day is: Mainstream Fiction feat. @flashfictiononline.bsky.social @lycanvalley.bsky.social @wallstrait.bsky.social @suddenflash.bsky.social @neonandsmoke.bsky.social et al. https://duotrope.com/search/smart/fiction/mainstream-fiction-a05Lykyb

Pocket Change is a classic hole-in-the-wall bar—dim and slightly smelling of men’s piss. The overhead Budweiser lamp throws off odd shadows of red that mingle with the green carpeted table and I’m rem...

Clyde trembled as the import of the message became clear, sliding by the mental callus of disappointment and chagrin that had formed over the long years of trying and trying again.

I met her in my dreams. While roaming the empty streets buzzing with azure neon lights, I came face to face with an underground pool. The water rippled like the ocean, as if something greater disturbe...

“Tell me what it looks like, Daddy.” Kimmy’s hand fits inside my own like a photo in a locket, as if both were made for the sole purpose of being intertwined. We’re five hundred feet above ground, the...

Clyde trembled as the import of the message became clear, sliding by the mental callus of disappointment and chagrin that had formed over the long years of trying and trying again.

“Tell me what it looks like, Daddy.” Kimmy’s hand fits inside my own like a photo in a locket, as if both were made for the sole purpose of being intertwined. We’re five hundred feet above ground, the...

The Smart Search List of the Day is: General Experimental Flash Fiction feat. @wallstrait.bsky.social et al. https://duotrope.com/search/smart/fiction/general-experimental-flash-fiction-H1ETnXp1

Today's listing of the day is: Wallstrait: A Literary Journal of Hard-to-Define Fiction @wallstrait.bsky.social (some fees) #WritingCommunity

ALT: a black and white photo of a man with a stethoscope around his neck screaming .

After every execution, the governor of Oklahoma wants to get laid. Technically, he always wants to get laid, but death penalty nights make it seem especially imperative.

He ignored it at first. Something hard beneath the surface, pressing against the skin left of his stomach as if trying to get out. Need to lose some weight, Darryl thought, dismissing any cause for co...

After every execution, the governor of Oklahoma wants to get laid. Technically, he always wants to get laid, but death penalty nights make it seem especially imperative.

The first thing Kylie did was go through the woman’s fridge. Frosty green grapes rolled inside a plastic bag. And plums like frigid nipples sat upright on a porcelain plate. An assortment of Tupperwar...

I needed a break from the conveyor belt of school, boyfriend, career. That clapping song we sang as little girls: next comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby. . . . So I left the lower forty...

Analise didn’t mind the taste of dirt so much, but the tread of Becky’s shoe was pulling her hair, and it felt like the pressure might cave in the back of her head. A crowd of kids surrounded them, ch...

The driver’s seat bucked backward, out from under me, and my face spread briefly, like a blot, over the inside of the windshield, and my eyes migrated earward, and I was birthed raggedly through the g...

ALT: a cat is reading the art of military strategy book