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Grieving Arthur, Beth concealed the lump. When no one watched, she slid her fingers across it like a rosary. “Soon Arthur,” she prayed.
Jason McKinley Williams (@williamswrites) very happily teaches and writes in Winchester, Kentucky.
Grieving Arthur, Beth concealed the lump. When no one watched, she slid her fingers across it like a rosary. “Soon Arthur,” she prayed.
Jason McKinley Williams (@williamswrites) very happily teaches and writes in Winchester, Kentucky.
Boxes full of a life, slated for removal to make room for: another child, skates, mourning, matchbox cars, slumber parties, timeout.
A. Turner’s got a finger on the pulse, a toe in the water, a dog in the fight.
She wanted to join the whisper game but he told her robots couldn’t lower their voices.
Jessica Otto writes poetry and edits Trapeze Magazine (@trapezemag).
Plaid, plaid, plaid. Even his closet made her feel behind bars.
JP Allen finds it daunting to write stories longer than 140 characters. He lives in Danville, Kentucky.
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder watching their car lifted by the tow truck. It’s not a birth or a funeral but it is a milestone.
Steve Beck is the founder of OnlineRock. As time permits, he records with Julie Cornett under the band name Needle.
He meant it when he said it. But that was last night. Things were different in daylight. Now he was pretty sure he didn’t love her anymore.
Pat Tompkins writes from Northern California.
I told the chef, at the macro cafe in Jingumae, “Tokyo is a lonely city.”
“Maybe,” he said, “but every city is filled with lonely people.”
B. N. Landry lives in Austin, Texas. You can find more of his very short fiction on Twitter. Just follow @ShortestFiction.
A fisherman whose net needed mending saw a purple airplane, but his wife disbelieved him. “Who was with you?” she asked, knowing no one was.
Edward Mullany is a writer and editor. He lives in New York with his wife, Anjali.
After half an hour he puts the pen down for good. If he had the words to leave a note he wouldn’t be doing this.
R. Gatwood is concise.
He woke up, panicked. 12:30 a.m. Again. Those thoughts were back. And this time, they had unpacked their bags.
Julie Bloss Kelsey (@MamaJoules) enjoys short form poetry and fiction. Her work has also appeared @microcosms, @7×20, and @outshine.