Flash Fiction

Queerbait

Fisherman Peter caught the gay merman with queerbait. Explicit gay content was illegal on land, even in pursuit of mermen flesh. Luckily, fishermen learned how...

sunrise

In Kenosha I fell in love with the sunrise. The lighter found my cigarette and the sugar free redbull was right beside me in the cupholder. The turf grass lawn ...

Fluffle

She lifts the lucky rabbit’s foot on her keychain and rubs it with her thumb before opening the car door, when a colony of rabbits hops out from the bushes, eac...

CRUSH DEPTH

The ping isn’t a sound you hear. It’s a sound you feel, threading its way through drywall, like a signal searching for marrow. At first, it was just static: NOA...

The Lyricist

A vampire bit me while I was listening to Sabrina Carpenter’s “Espresso”. I was so wrapped up in the song that I didn’t notice until a few seconds later. “Ow,”...

Grace

He arrived with the food, she wiped hot sauce and shards of yellow cheese from the table. Nearby, a family said grace over burritos and sodas. “I can’t belie...

DAY PASS

I’d gotten out of the clinic on a day pass, and Marie came to pick me up and drive me to her apartment. The sky looked more tired than I was, musty white. A sky...

The Canvas

He ground his wife’s bones to use as paint. He could not fathom why she remained dead—strange, strange indeed. He tilted his head; his fingers, not trembling—y...