Stories

The night Mom died, Dad and I bought fried chicken on the way home from the hospital. We ate, stared at the bones, silently.

Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas.

She hated how they talked in whispers at her bedside, brought flowers instead of baby toys, silently corrected her ‘whens’ to ‘ifs’.

Louise Carey is a professional worrywart, but sometimes writes instead. She tweets flash fiction @louisecarey25.

God spun two galaxies around in one hand to help her focus as she considered what to do with one star system’s colony of invasive primates.

Greg Hill rewrote Chapter 1 of Genesis using only seven-letter words.

Even after the wedding guests left, his fingers kept caressing the edges of the metal band in his coat pocket.

On the same day, Frederick Charles Melancon married the same girl twice. He tells people that it was just to make sure.

I stay busy, and pray when I remember. It’s hard to believe I said “I love you” in November.

Wesley Selman lives in the great state of Texas and writes under the influence of tacos and cheap tequila.

The immortal man looked at the stars, realizing his species would never go there. A lack of curiosity in DNA. The curious had chosen to die.

Every morning, Evert Asberg (@EvertAsberg) looks into his notebook to see what stories came bursting out of him that night.

On the eighth morning, he stopped reading. This book is terrible, he said.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

God lives in the desert, the old man told him.
How do you know?
Old man squints to the dust horizon.
I met him there. He was unhappy.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

He followed at idle, passenger door open. Her heels clacked on the icy sidewalk. He put the ring away, out of questions.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

All his life he built the tower of jewels. In the end it disappointed him, and he gave it to his slaves. But we are hungry, they said.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.