Nanoism

She wet his shirt with her tears, and he smiled behind her neck. No one loses his mind twice, he told himself. The Cheshire moon agreed.

Dan Reiter has trouble accepting the obvious.

Vows etched on a matchstick. “What do I do with this?” he asks. Engine running, suitcase in hand, she says, “Burn it, and think of me.”

Courtney Watson is an English professor in Roanoke, VA. Her writing has recently appeared in The Virginia Quarterly Review and more. 

The tourist burned the photos once he learned he could never return home.

Paul Fallavollita writes from Greenville, South Carolina.

Every day like every other, he built the machine. The machine grew so large it could never work, and he stopped, satisfied.

Derek Dexheimer has a writing and photography blog.

He asked her, “Would you marry me?”
She said, “No, but I’ll take you home.”

N. J. Campbell wonders a lot.

Having saved him from shipwreck and sharks, she basked there, pondering the purpose of his toes, before she woke from such strange dreams.

Ben Adams is a Hoosier who lives on the island of Maui.

First the money ran out. Then she did. Then he quit drinking—he no longer had either the means or the motivation. He wasn’t unhappy.

Daragh Beirne makes little creatures do stuff.

“Tomorrow we will get you some horseshoes,” said the man wiping his brow.

“But father,” said the boy, “I am not a horse, I am a bear.”

Will Wood is a vagabond.  He lives anywhere but Texas.

Wind blew the balloon from his hands, and the little boy liked that it was free to play.

Sometimes, his father said, it’s okay to feel sad.

Derek Dexheimer has a writing and photography blog.

The clockmaker forged a mechanical heart when his own withered. Arthritis now twists his fingers, and all the clocks begin to wind down.

Jennifer K. Oliver requires regular doses of speculative fiction.