Airliner trails streaked the blue sky, impossibly high, flying to unknown lands. Ang kept her eyes on her field, not daring to dream.

@SimonKewin is the pseudonym used by an infinite number of monkeys who write from a secret location in the English countryside.

When you grabbed my arm and pushed me into the vestibule I wasn’t scared. It had been years since you’d touched me so deliberately.

Michael O’Neill is a fiction and poetry writer residing in Chicago.

He was captured in the ocean of the well-endowed. Sired sixteen, killed three humans—they still won’t let him go. The audience loves him.

Alisa Golden is also reading Moby Dick.

I didn’t mean to call the black candles in the paper bag tacky. You brought them to my party ten years ago. I think of it every so often.

Patti Flynn lives in New Haven, CT with her 2 imaginary Siamese cats. Many people—ok 2—have been charmed by her amazing doodles.

He gave the order to destroy me, but the monster fed on love I no longer had.

Maddie Bernard overstays her welcome.

I could hear her whispering through the anaesthetic haze. She said she loved every part of me. I wondered if she knew how much was missing.

Vicky Hinault (@vickyhinault) is a true word obsessive and is happiest when scribbling in her notebooks, usually about the underdog.

There’s a new very short story anthology coming out later this year. It’s called Best Small Fictions, and this year it’s edited by Tara L. Masih and Pulitzer-prize winning author Robert Olen Butler(!). Pretty neat.

The five nominations from last year’s Nanoism lineup (in order of publication):

As an editor, I’ve often been remiss in my efforts to promote the wonderful writing I receive in my inbox every day for anthologies, awards, etc. While one of our tiny tales making it all the way for Best of the Web etc will always be an uphill climb due to their (very) brief nature, I want to thank the thousands of authors who have submitted and the hundreds of authors I’ve published for their writing. It’s an honor and pleasure to read and present your work.

Finally, silence predominated, except for the sound of fingers on glass and the vibration of love letters euthanized by satellites.

Sometimes Sarah Vernetti has a hard time coming up with clever, pithy bios.

Said the man overseas: “Have I met your needs today, sir?“

Said the man at home: “Yes, but do you have to go? No one here asks me that.”

Christian Hayden is a necessary evil, I suppose.

It was when his holding became more like choking and leaving became more like dancing that I realized all my movements were wrong.

Rachel Tanner is a grad student who is a future English and writing professor. You can follow her hilarious Twitter at @rickit.