The mouse wasn’t moving. Flora ran a finger along its soft back, hoping it was just unconscious. “Wake up,” she whispered through chapped...

Her weathered, willow-wild hands gently pressed the ivory key. The soft, warm sound that followed lit up the boy's eyes. He sat patient,...

Almost is such an ugly word. Every time I say it, I can taste the disappointment; the wasted potential of what could have been. Once,...

Cooking a stew was laughably easy for a witch. Brewing a memory was significantly harder. And given that her last stew had smelled like a...

His carrot-red hair, tinged with coal, stood up straight. The white of his bulging eyes shone from his soot covered face. Sweat pearled...

Jeff Taylor is from New Zealand and has an interest in writing flash fiction. He won the New Zealand Flash Fiction Day Competition this...

When I was in college I dreamed about spending Spring Break at Myrtle Beach.  The vision of palm trees and beautiful waves was a...

We eat what she sets on the table, her children. All day, every day. No questions. No answers. No complaints. No compliments; just...

Eliza’s back creaks like an old tree in a storm. She stoops over to pluck a strawberry and breathes in a deep gasp of mountain air. It is...

My father was calling at twenty to ten.​ I knew something was wrong.​ He'd usually be in bed by now, and besides, he rarely called.​...

The Woznowski Elephant By Tricia Lowther Nadia glances anxiously around the waiting room. Everyone looks serene. No one has acknowledged...

The Silent Approach of Eternity By Rob McInroy Friday, 4am. The old man strode up the deeply eroded path. Either side was bounded by...

Inconvenienced By Andrea Hunter The man behind the counter greets me cheerfully as I barge in, frantically searching for the telltale...

Our honorable mention selection for our March 2019 Quarterly Competition goes to Rowena Fishwick for her story titled "Gone". Fishwick...

Prison Seems Likely By Courtney Harler I met you in the barn on the pretense of feeding the pigs. You slapped the slop bucket from my...

Stacked Stones By Arit Adjoa Amana They say that walking is good for more than just your body, that there is an alchemic reaction that...

The Tape Unspools By Anna Forward The datsun’s door creaks shut behind me and I slide across the vinyl, clipping myself in. From the...

Our honorable mention selection for our December Quarterly Competition goes to Janice Morris for her story titled "The Gift of...

The Countdown By Angel Caro “10” The loud speaker echo’s throughout my town. Our family gathered around the dinner table. All of us ready...

The Bloke at Number 27 By Catherine Edmunds Lovely postcard with a couple of horses—Clydesdales—only 35p. I’d love to buy it, give it to...