Nanoism

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Nano — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 19:00:47 +0000

I’m sorry, the agent wrote back, but fiction is a business. I read over my work again, trying to find which words meant money.

David Massengill has more flash fiction and short stories at www.davidmassengillfiction.com.

Nano — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 19:00:00 +0000

Basho, abashed, wrote two lines of a haiku before erasing it; that it was written in blood on stone, made him miss dinner.

Jimmy Chen (@jimmychenchen) lives in California with his wife and their temporary cat.

Nano — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 19:00:43 +0000

Her blouse was sheer and she was bra-less. We stared and she smiled. “For once,” she said, “I want people to notice me, not my wheelchair.”

Bruce Harris enjoys relaxing with a Marxman.

Nano — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:00:01 +0000

My dad turned into a dinosaur on aisle five. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I cried among the broken pickle jars as he stomped away.

Evan R. Hanson is writer and law student.

Nano — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 19:00:22 +0000

She mourned for butterflies, condemned to perch and fly again. When she grew wings, she mourned her feet, never again content to walk.

Rebecca McNulty (@rlmcnulty) is a student living in New Jersey. One day, she hopes to satisfy the childhood desire of living in a library.

Nano — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 19:00:03 +0000

Turns out Pluto’s not a planet. Everyone laughed, in third grade, when I said there were only 8 planets. I should have been an astronaut.

Alex Odom has been published by Boston Literary Magazine, Foundling Review, Six Sentences, Flashquake, and Camroc Press Review.

Nano — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 19:00:33 +0000

Every night the mail is on the table beside a covered dish. Sometimes a note: “Do you love me?” If I did, I’d have changed the locks by now.

R. Gatwood is concise.

Nano — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 19:00:06 +0000

When I said I wanted to stretch her out like a kite, she proclaimed my right cheek the lightning capital of the world.

J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009). He lives at iheartfailure.net.

Nano — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 19:00:07 +0000

“It’s 2010! Where’s my flying car! Meal in a pill! Who’s suppressing the teleporter?” The Teamsters’ President shifted uneasily in his seat.

Mike Donoghue likes mice, most movie, the muppets, malbec and moist macaroons.

Nano — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 19:00:55 +0000

“Whatcha think?” Moonlight soaked the splatter cast. A cicada tittered sagely, purveying some fleck of vapid insight. I sighed, “Dead poet.”

Joseph A. W. Quintela writes. Poems. Prose. On Post-its. Walls. Envelopes. Cocktail napkins. Twitter. Anything, really. But, whatever.