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3 flash fiction pieces by Carter Meyer
Two Friends Talk on Facebook “I can’t stand being here.” “I can’t stand being.” "Facebook Friend" (photo by Flickr user Andrew Sorensen) False Truths and Fake Promises She glances at my bandaged wrists, then looks away. “You could’ve talked to me,” she whispers. I
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Writer’s Cell Block by Dana Kabel
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All Praise Be to Allah by Uriah Hutto
Each sun-kissed daffodil bounces back and forth in the refreshing spring breeze. Every flower an individual, but at the same time keeping the melodic ebb and flow of the others. Depending how you look, what you want your vision to be, you see one or you see all. You see just a bunch of flowers, or just
Santa Does 4 to 10 Years by Kyle Jaeger
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Shedding Your Skin by Heath Corlew
"the kids' going-crazy-happy-dance / ode to bart" (photo by Flickr user Micaela Go) An old college friend of mine hung himself yesterday. We played footy together and sometimes he would drive me around in his truck and we would
The Ego Massage by Timothy Sweeney
I wanted to help her. She seemed like she needed help. Of course, the not-so-hidden subtext is that she was very attractive. Men go out of their way to help girls that are very attractive. We kid ourselves into believing that we are extremely altruistic, but if you add forty pounds, a couple warts, and
Skyla’s Dreamcake by Louis Marvin
“I want to swim with a mermaid.” —Skyla, 5 yrs. Because I’m 5, I can’t decide what kind of cake I want. So I had a dream. And I… I dreamed my pillow… was a dreamcake. Baked by baker fairies named Wiff, Pritz and Larry. I got icing in my ear, and a candle stuck in the other.
The Ripper by Kimmy Beach
She’s right in there with her tongue depressor dripping green paste, her cloth strips and mercifully warm hands. I’m not sure how I got talked into this. Rebecca gave me a gift certificate for my 40th and I thought maybe I’d get a nice pedicure. There’s no going back. We’re half done. If we
A Night of Fine Art and Danson by Greg Linfield
I sit in an empty subway car on a Tuesday night. At the next stop a man gets on. He looks left. He looks right. He takes the seat beside me. It is impossible not to stare. He has another face tattooed over his own. “Like the art?” he asks. “It’s Ted Danson from Cheers. Actual size. Got it
