Flash Fiction Friday: Six Days and Endless Nights

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by: S.E. Casey It was during the limbo contest that I knew something was horribly wrong. I wasn’t being ageist in noting the winner was a sixty year old man. As the captain of the cruise ship, he certainly had a lifetime of practice. But when the bar was lowered […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: In My Younger and More Vulnerable Years, My Father Used to Take Me to the Strip Club and Make Me Hold Down Drunks While He Rolled Them for Empty TUMS Travel Containers and Raspberry Fruit Roll-Ups

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by: David S. Atkinson I spent the better part of the afternoon packaging up my excreta in cardboard boxes and clear packing tape again. It’s time consuming, but there isn’t a whole lot of choice. Given my particular situation, I have to dispose of it through the mail. A piece […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Iceberg

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by: JP Vallières We couldn’t get the iceberg to melt no matter how hard we tried: blow torch, bonfire, hairdryer, rubbing our butts back and forth to the song, That’s the Way (I Like It). I’m not into melting things usually, but there were some important items encased in that […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Drone Infant

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by: Zoltán Komor My wife wants a baby, but I’d prefer a remote control drone with HD Wi-Fi camera, so I figure out an intermediate solution: I’ll knock up my wife, let her give birth to the child, and after a couple of weeks, when she gets bored with this […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Y2K

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by: Sean Noah Noah Y2K came and went and pretty much everyone could agree that the world had ended, but nobody could figure out exactly how. Just days before, everything had seemed so certain: all the computers wouldn’t be able to change the dates correctly and they’d break down and […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: A Bag With Handles

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by: Bert Stanton All he wanted was a bag with handles. Just one large bag with two handles. Paper or plastic, didn’t matter. Big enough to fit the contents of the brown bag sitting on the checkout counter, almost filled to the top with enough food and assorted sundries to […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Friend We Made

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by: James Burr He danced in the dry ice, his limbs staccato-jerking in the strobes. He’d cleared a space for himself and was dancing on the spot, breathing heavily through his nose and mouth, his eyes glazed and staring blankly ahead. “I’m dancing, I’m dancing,” he kept repeating as he […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Job Offer on Seventh Heaven

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by: Martin Rutley It was late, Saturday night, when they brought me in. Strapped to a stretcher, disinfectant smeared into the corners of my eyes, the smell of petroleum in their greasy sideburns. Dressed in the green and gray of the company uniform, each of the six had joyously taken […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Enter the Salamander

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by: Neil Sanzari When the girl of malnourished complexion crossed paths with the ribbit in the ruins of Saint X’s Parochial Middle School, she refrained from drawing a single arrow. It was her first encounter with the dread creature. In fact, she had only heard the faintest of frightened whispers […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Vampire Swans Ate My Office Building

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by: Cornell R. Nichols When I got to work on Monday, 8 a.m. sharp, vampire swans were eating their way through my office building. Zipping around the corporate high-rise in a flock, a ballet, a whiteness, they have managed to strip away the concrete from all twenty regular and five […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Bushland

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by: Avichai Brautigam We mined the planet dead. Not in the sense that we burrowed, like dwarves, carving Morias and Morias into the crust till it all came apart; it was Bitcoin that did us in. Somewhere, in the moldy basement of some half-forgotten Department of the Bureau of the […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: MOM WANTS BOY TO GET NEW SLACKS FROM SEARS

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by: Christopher Lesko Mom: C’mon we need to get you some new slacks. They’ve got good deals going on at Sears right now. Boy: You’re hurting my arm. Mom: I need you to hold my hand when we cross. Could be a weed maniac zipping around the corner. People never […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Dollar Pizza

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by: Ben Fitts I was excited to be back in New York City. I had grown up there and always thought I would end up living my whole life in the city, but the four years I planned to spend in New England for college had into stretched nine and […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Sign Here, and Here, and Here

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by: Andrew Wayne Adams “I need to eat to be happy. I need to eat souls like yours. I also like cold cuts and ice cubes. I am remorseless.” That was what the garbage disposal said to Ian on his third night in his new apartment. Two nights before, when […]

Flash Fiction Friday: The Sea Slugs

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by: Chris Meekings The man sailed up to the window. He was in a coracle made of a half coconut. His lips thick with spittle. His beard was grey and grizzled long and matted. Around his neck was hung a bloodied pigeon, alternate white and red, with the sign “Albatross” […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Snow Globe

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by: Austin James Winter mornings like this are the deadliest. The clouds press against the terrain, casting flat, gray light. Big, fuzzy snowflakes meander towards the ground. The atmosphere is still and quiet as the crystallized air absorbs both breeze and sound. It seems warm, too warm to be winter; […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Creative Game

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by: James Burr The Writer continued to stare at the blank screen, as she had done, frustrated, for the previous two hours. Words refused to flow and her ideas remained stillborn, seemingly loath to join her in the cold and damp of her squalid bedsit. It was then that she […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Chaotic Butterfly

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by: James Burr It was a cold October morning when Eleonora Pinkerton first realised that her actions influenced it all. Like that apocryphal butterfly whose beating wings can cause hurricanes on the other side of the world, Eleonora concluded that her every action influenced Everything: scratching an itch would cause […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Mama’s Boy

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by: John Wayne Comunale “Maybe this isn’t the best time to mention this,” I said just before squeezing the trigger, “but I’m your brother.” I know he heard me too. I could see the weight of my flippant confession smack his flat forehead and reverberate recognition through his eyes in […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Thinking Man’s Bicycle

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by: Chris Meekings It is barely coin o’clock in the morning, and the bourbon has only just taken the taste of Pepsodent from my mouth when she walks into my office. She’s glass and alabaster, with curves in all the right places, liquorice nice. She walks across the room, her […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: I Likes ’Em Trashy

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by: John Wayne Comunale I’ve always liked my women a little on the trashy side. The ones with elaborate, unnecessary makeup, boots that are way too high with skirts that are way too short, and piercing eyes glaring from beneath dramatically cut, Betty Page bangs. Throw in a few tattoos […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: That’s My Seat

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by John Bruni “That’s my seat.” Chuck looked up from his newspaper. A skinny, balding guy with glasses and a sweaty forehead stood over him, looking intently down. He trembled, and judging from the steel in his eyes, it was from rage, not fear. “First come, first served.” Chuck went […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: Gag Reel 2

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by Sean Kelly The beach was littered with decayed corpses and charred, human-sized loofahs. Some loofahs were still alive, rolling around on fire. Squealing. An old man, with a beard down to his feet, stood behind a vintage camera. He sighed, slow panned across the carnage. Two people stepped up […]

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Flash Fiction Friday: The Pub Fight

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by James Burr “You, sir, have spilled my pint!” All eyes in the pub turned at the sound of breaking glass, a pool of foaming ale rapidly spreading out at the feet of the furious Academic. The Professor eyed his accuser angrily. “And I contend that I did not spill […]