Flash Fiction

Fiction

Justice

The whole thing, the whole trajectory, changed when I realized I had left all my cash in Des Moines. Most of the cash had come from selling ...

Five Stars

I fiddle with the lock. The key always jams. I have no idea why, but every time I try to get inside our mailbox, I have the same trouble. I ...

PIT BULL

Christmas eve, Pete Summers was about to climb down the ladder from the roof of Clara Lessing’s home when a large brown pit bull came runnin...

Poetry

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