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“Winter”
There’s a small spot in the woods where it was done. Your family swept away the leaves and dropped you when the cold swiveled in like the...
“Winter”
“Winter”
Oh PLEASE.  Says the man to the woman.  Oh PLEASE. What? she replies. He stirs his melted ice cream with a metal spoon.  The waiter...
“Winter”
“Even Toy Swords”
When the boy next door knocked on mine and pronounced himself dead, he had a gun and I had a sword. Because, after all, I was the girl. He...
“Even Toy Swords”
“Please Hold Me the Forgotten Way”
United States (from Flash Fiction International) His hair was dark and soft and curled a little because it was getting long. He must have...
“Please Hold Me the Forgotten Way”
“Prisoner of War”
Iraq (from Flash Fiction International) For Marcia Lynx Sahira was standing in the doorframe, watching her father grow transparent as the...
“Prisoner of War”
“The Baseness of Nature”
As the bomb fell she inexplicably thought of the kiwi she hadn’t picked, the one just out of reach. The small brown fruit had hung over...
“The Baseness of Nature”
“Later I Find Out My Mother Has Read On WebMD That Antioxidants Can Prevent Cancer”
It was just a cheap fold-up lawnchair—retro style, wide white-and-green plastic straps woven over a lightweight metal...
“Later I Find Out My Mother Has Read On WebMD That Antioxidants Can Prevent Cancer”
The Story Behind the Story: “Grow Grow Grow”
Once, in a reverie, I listened to the PJ Harvey song “Grow Grow Grow.” I sowed a seed Underneath the oak tree I trod it in With my...
The Story Behind the Story: “Grow Grow Grow”
A Review of Flash Fiction International
Flash Fiction International: Very Short Stories from Around the World (W. Norton & Company); editors: James Thomas, Robert Shapard,...
A Review of Flash Fiction International
Results for the 2015 Fiction Southeast Editors’ Prize
We are proud to announce the winner and finalists from this year’s Editors’ Prize. A special thanks to all the editors for their...
Results for the 2015 Fiction Southeast Editors’ Prize
“Black Out”
With your ear to the pillow you listen to the sirens and its foam harden as you bury your face, a pillow as hard as the sandbags tossed...
“Black Out”
Why I Write: Barbara Harroun
Because epilepsy was the first stone I threw. The first word that made someone who wasn’t family cry. And cry she did, snot and tears,...
Why I Write: Barbara Harroun
“Young Love”
They dug for pesos in their pockets. The pesos were round and shiny and heavy. The man took the money from their outstretched hands without...
“Young Love”
“Dinner”
Dinner is braised rabbit with fennel and mustard. The rabbit meat, Dad says, reminds him of Iowa in the winter. He removes his glasses and...
“Dinner”
“Giving Your Tale a Twist”
In many ways, twist endings are the lifeblood of flash fiction, the sudden reversals that change everything. Flash fictions like this are...
“Giving Your Tale a Twist”
The Story Behind the Story: “Snowbirds”
Homesickness prompted the writing of "Snowbirds" as I was living in Australia when I wrote this and I missed the cold, quiet...
The Story Behind the Story: “Snowbirds”
“Even Toy Swords”
When the boy next door knocked on mine and pronounced himself dead, he had a gun and I had a sword. Because, after all, I was the girl. He...
“Even Toy Swords”
“TV Watching Does Not Waste Writers’ Time”
As writers, we probably won't feel guilty about watching primetime television shows if we've written eight straight hours and...
“TV Watching Does Not Waste Writers’ Time”
Novel Flash: The Moon Sisters
The night before the worst day of my life, I dreamed the sun went dark and ice cracked every mirror in the house, but I didn’t take...
Novel Flash: The Moon Sisters
“Net”
–after viewing Andrew Wyeth’s “Day Dream”   Even looking at Fiona from my gray puffed-up armchair, I feel an...
“Net”
“Turn Your Anecdotes Into Flash Fiction”
Stories, stories everywhere! You hear anecdotes and gossip at the office water cooler, over the backyard fence, at parties. You watch...
“Turn Your Anecdotes Into Flash Fiction”
“Dysfunctional Parents in Fiction: The Mothers and Fathers We Love to Hate”
Why are readers so fascinated by fiction's infamous dysfunctional parents? Mothers and fathers who disappoint, coerce, betray, abuse...
“Dysfunctional Parents in Fiction: The Mothers and Fathers We Love to Hate”
“Flash Fiction: Bounded in a Nutshell”
That effective fictional narratives have for ages arrived in assorted sizes –  including those small enough to whisper, “Brevity is...
“Flash Fiction: Bounded in a Nutshell”
“It Sings”
I constantly forget things. I leave for work with an empty coffee mug; I leave toothbrushes in hotel bathrooms; I leave our...
“It Sings”
“Crow Death”
The boy isn’t certain how often he should think about his mother. She slips from his mind the way the suns slips into the woods behind...
“Crow Death”
“Life”
Randy had run out of cigarettes again, and it was killing him.  Not a goddamn one of them was working anymore; and the mother had died in...
“Life”
“Planetarium”
They are born on the edge of winter, when it is still cold, biting, but the icicles on the trees are dripping, wet. We wrap them in scraps...
“Planetarium”
“The Plight of the Mosquito”
What we did with Mason jars and aluminum foil—trapping the fireflies. We promised to let them out at the end of the night, but never did....
“The Plight of the Mosquito”
“Feathers and Stars”
The middle of winter, the middle of war. When we were children, every home had plenty of candles, soup-bones, and bread. We burned candles...
“Feathers and Stars”
“He Had Vigor”
Honey and I are pregnant, due come warm weather.      I’m ambivalent. My cat, Old Guard, is weak. He may go any...
“He Had Vigor”
“Fish Face”
Splat! That is the noise. Splat! Like an overdrawn word in an action comic book. I watch it where it’s fallen. It is a fish and it is...
“Fish Face”
“The Girl Who Loved Bugs”
This girl, she doesn’t need a name, is sitting on the sidewalk and watching ants move down a line. They follow the cement to the grass,...
“The Girl Who Loved Bugs”
“My Son the Dragon”
Kindergarten “I’m a dragon,” my son says to me when I pick him up from his daddy’s house. He’s in his booster seat, and I can...
“My Son the Dragon”