Grandpa measures our heights every day against the hallway markings. Rhiannon and I stand flat as we can, afraid even breathing will subtly lengthen our spines. via Pocket

Nothing is more satisfying than a soul-satisfying bite of flash fiction sized horror. Editor-in-Chief, Suzanne W. Vincent serves up plenty in this editorial

The Yankee comes in the back, brushing by my casket in his creased wool, smelling like he’d just swum in his leather-and-pine cologne. He fishes his way through the mourners who stand around fanning away the July heat and takes up a spot, nonchalant-like, along the back wall, opposite where my body’s laid out. Next […]

The Headless Child built a gas chamber out of Legos and now cannot sleep. Only the dead truly sleep his mother says, and this doesn’t help. A black wind batters the window, an owl cries in the storm. It is the Headless Child’s past that upsets him. He recalls The Episode With The Plastic Bag […]

Do read this new horror short story by returning FFO author, Paul DesCombaz. Don't sleep. Do be scared. Don't say we didn't warn you.

Survive your next horror movie with the ironic wisdom you'll learn in this all-new short story from returning FFO author, Barbara A. Barnett.

Read this heart-rending love story of a lover cursed to reincarnate again and again as a rose, waiting for their lover's touch. By A. Merc Rustad.

Enter the fantasy world's best flower festival in this humorous short fiction piece by S. L. Saboviec. The path to floral fame has never run smooth.

JULY 9, 2018 Big progress today. Despite worries, experiment was complete success: walked under ladder with rabbit’s foot in hand, was missed by lightning strike on other side. Measured distance between self and scorch mark on ground: 2.7 meters. Weather report suggests lightning strike was likely, even before tests began; as such, near-miss should be […]

The Terrible installed a conveyor belt exclusively for her. It carried Invulnerabella along, wriggling helplessly toward the metalworks’s blazing furnace, her sinewy arms bulging against carbon-titanium cables. Her curse stole her strength whenever she was bound; the material was purely showmanship. His trap would immolate her in the same metalworks that had forged these cables. […]

The two women are sitting in their beach chairs in the shallow water, low waves and foam lapping at their bare calves. They are both wearing striped, old-fashioned bathing suits, complete with goggles and swimming caps; the tall, thin one is wearing black and white stripes, the other one is striped red. They look to […]

Jacob is searching for the word he lost: for the sound of it, the feel of syllables and consonants and vowels in his mouth, for the noise and tremble it made in his throat and inner ear as he spoke it long ago. The sparrow is watching him. It’s perched on the barbed wire fence, […]

When Sara asks me if I wanted to go doom-spotting, I say yes. Of course I say yes. The Edge Lookout is dark and rocky and romantic, and I usually say yes to anything Sara suggests. And I’ve been addicted to doom-hunting ever since I was nine and got my first telescope. “Why do […]

This is what it was like, in the beginning. You come home from school one day, and a wall in your house is missing. It might be the front wall, leaving your door suspended in space and the neighbors too able to see in. And seeing, comment. It might be in the kitchen, where […]

A caper about friendship across space and time ... and polar bears. Read this flash fiction by Andrea Corbin in Flash Fiction Online.