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Just Once

April 27, 2015 1 Comment

Just Once by Cynthia Frazier Buck
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The stage lights went dark. The screams from the audience were deafening. The spotlight fell on center stage. And there he is. He is so beautiful.

His white t-shirt hugged his muscles perfectly. He gripped the microphone and his velvety smooth voice filled the sold out arena. It’s insane what that voice does to me.

It feels like he’s singing only to me. His alluring brown eyes search the crowd. I wish it were me that he’s looking for.

Just this once. I need to feel him next to me just once.

I just have to follow through with the plan…

By Cynthia Frazier Buck

Free

April 27, 2015 8 Comments

Free by Firdaus Parvez
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He had beaten her with his belt today; then slapped and kicked her till she had almost stopped breathing.

She’d had enough; today, she planned to run away.

He was in the other room, drinking and cursing. Scrambling to the open window, Radha got out.

Then—she ran.

Bare feet hitting the cold tarmac.

Suddenly, her cotton saree caught in her feet. She stumbled, her head hitting the sidewalk.

She couldn’t move!

Then, light as air, she got up. Glancing back at her body, sprawled across the sidewalk, she smiled.

She was free at last, he could never hurt her now!

By Firdaus Parvez

Holding Currents

April 27, 2015 3 Comments

Holding Currents by Sarah Glady
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There are two immortal cow sharks, and they live in the Mediterranean. They’ve been there 150 million years. They don’t care about the cold, the bodies. When the dinosaurs clawed, with futility, against the longevity of mammals and took to the skies, the cow sharks immigrated lower to the chill. Feathers and fur drifted down.

When boats of people are pulled deep—marked by others too late, too far, too African, too Arabic, too new—the cow sharks don’t care and welcome them. The cow sharks are after all scavengers. The cow sharks are older. They don’t worry about drifting bones.

By Sarah Glady

Flash Fiction Sunday Edition – Issue 2

April 26, 2015 Leave a Comment

Flash Fiction Sunday Edition - Issue 2
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Welcome to our ongoing Flash Fiction Sunday Edition.

When you are done reading, leave us a comment and let us know who you would like recommendations by in future editions. Don’t forget to join the list and you will get next weeks issue via e-mail.

— Shannon

P.S. We have some exciting new prizes in next months contest.

Flash Fiction chosen by Sarah Vernetti

“Today I Will Be” by Liam Lambert via Cease, Cows

Cease, Cows features strange, and often dark, flash fiction. This particular story combines a dash of magic realism with a hint of horror.

“The Contents of Her Stomach” by Chelsea Laine Wells via Cease, Cows

The writer describes a crumbling friendship in this powerful and disturbing story.

“Kaleidoscope” by Heather Minette via Eunoia Review

This eight-line poem captures a specific, life-changing moment. Despite its brevity, “Kaleidoscope” leaves a lasting impression.

“Story #638” by Noel Sloboda via Nanosim

Nanoism publishes fiction that is short enough to conform to Twitter’s 140-character limit. Haven’t we all experienced moments like this in social situations? It made me smile, and I must have read it half a dozen times.

Flash Fiction chosen by Suzanne Vincent of Flash Fiction Online

“Into the Cellar” by Ajani Burrell via Barrelhouse

This is a story that Flash Fiction Online passed on (against my better judgement) back in 2009, and it’s a story that has stayed with me in a powerful way.

Off the Rails

April 24, 2015 Leave a Comment

Off the Rails by Michelle Vongkaysone
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She smiled.

They lay upon plastic chairs, bodies mangled, blood spilled on tiled floor. Fresh copper perfumed still air.

She could reset their minds to before. No one’d have to know.

A shotgun lay in her bony grasp. Warm metal soothed her spirit, still raging and glad.

She contemplated her options, to let them stay and suffer, or die mercifully.

The room returned to its former state. All came to came to life, none the wiser, bearing heavy anguish. She soon departed from their sight.

Until next time, they could stay.

Amaze, and suffer. That was good enough.

She smiled again.

By Michelle Vongkaysone

Running from It

April 24, 2015 Leave a Comment

Running from It by Jim Landwehr
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A circus clown for thirty-seven years, Farcus was having a bit of an identity crisis. He felt like a two-bit entertainer from a generation gone by. Barely making minimum wage for pandering candy and sculpting balloon animals, he was looking for a change, a career shake-up. Clowns had taken a bad rap ever since King’s novel, It. Farcus thought I’m not a bad guy, why don’t people like me? So, when he saw the ’72 mint banana-yellow Dodge Charger parked in the Walgreens lot, he couldn’t resist. A coat hanger and screwdriver later had Spunkles the Clown working the Hurst shifter.

By Jim Landwehr

Ogunquit

April 24, 2015 4 Comments

Ogunquit by Jennifer Genest
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In ‘94, just graduated, I was offered a job managing a beachfront motel in Maine. The employers—a generous older couple I worked for the summer before—were excited to show me around.

You’ll be perfect here!

The manager’s studio apartment—all mine if I wanted it—had a kitchenette and a Murphy bed. The couple had sweet memories of living in such quarters as newlyweds.

I politely declined, citing the offseason gray, cold, and the loneliness—not my fear. I reflected on their disappointed smiles for years after that. Someone else’s faith in my potential was too much to behold.

By Jennifer Genest

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