Stories

Christopher P. Mooney, coach, driver, family, flash, flash fiction, guilt, mental health, micro fiction, passenger, PTSD, short stories, short story, suicide, train, vss via Pocket

D. Brody Lipton, dad, family, fish, fishing, flash, flash fiction, grandfather, micro fiction, short stories, short story, son, vss The pier is crowded. People hunch shoulder to shoulder in the fog, skinny fishing poles bobbing like willows. via Poc…

burden, dinner, flash, flash fiction, micro fiction, Mileva Anastasiadou, neighborhood, numbers, postal code, relationships, short stories, short story, vss I went out with my postal code. He asked me out a month ago. I’m not sure, I told him, I’ve …

boy, cigarette, drink, family, flash, flash fiction, girl, Louella Lester, micro fiction, school, sex, short stories, short story, vss Jay wasn’t a distraction at all. I wasn’t able to see him through the classroom door if I bent to the right angle.…

baby, cigarette, class, Elaine Chiew, flash, flash fiction, micro fiction, migrant, nationality, relationships, short stories, short story, vss, writer, writing A Tibetan poet. Not just poet, but also Tibetan. via Pocket

flash, flash fiction, Man, micro fiction, money, panhandlers, people, safety, short stories, short story, Steve Passey, store, vss, world He’s an environmentalist protesting the construction of a pipeline and handing out pamphlets. He hands me a pam…

break, clothes, flash, flash fiction, gadgets, liberation, micro fiction, passengers, Paul Thompson, security, short stories, short story, suitcase, vss, weightless Packing a suitcase is easy. Keeping to the essentials, less so. via Pocket

It is strange to imagine that serpent-men might love serpents. After all, they go to great lengths to wreak destruction on the beasts, travelling far out on the fickle and changing sea to slay them. One might not imagine, too, that serpent-men love …

The first catechism of Eulalia is DIVERSITY LEADS TO STRENGTH. Its sigil is a square made of four interlocked components, reminiscent of hands each grasping the wrist of the next, forming a box. via Pocket

There were many in the beginning, dozens of basil seedlings basking under the warm sky and nodding dreamily at one another as if to say, “you’re growing, as am I, and that is right and good. via Pocket

As she trudged down the alley, out of sight of the grey uniforms, Cenessa saw a small puddle. But how? via Pocket

Sona, on a quest for vengeance, has enlisted help of the Six Named to play a piece of heretical Music composed by his mother, the Lady Kristyk. via Pocket

Sonata II Shailani – L. Chan – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/38vK5Rj This is part 2 of L. Chan’s novella, Sonata. Part 1 ran in January 2020. What has gone before: Sona has travelled north, up the lawless swathes of the Periphery of the Empire Sound. He’s enlisted the help of Shailani, a former soldier with the Imper…

There’s a packet of powder taped to my inner thigh, and it feels like the plastic is burning a hole through my leg. Two police officers wave me towards the chem-detecting archway—one last hurdle before I can board the ferry. via Pocket The Propagator – Simone Kern – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/343ZdEC

Inquisitator’s Log: July 11, 20—; 11:53 pm The Donald Q. Haute residence, Springstump Township The electromail came in the night, heralded by a ping from my desktop computing-box. via Pocket

There is a city where the outer walls shift and entrances dance away, so that a passerby might think they are merely approaching from the wrong side. via Pocket There is a City, He Told Me – Evan James Sheldon – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2TqS2TA

Grow, Divide, Sacrifice, Thrive – Jo Miles – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/39vCMuj The circular driveway at the Randolph family house was already full when Chris arrived, packed tight with cars all the way out to the curb, so Chris parked on the street. via Pocket

The Eighth Fathom – Chris Panatier – Metaphorosis Magazine via Instapaper https://ift.tt/2TtaoDv In a past beyond the reach of time’s measure, we fell from the Galaxy Beam and into the waters of a primordial world. From the shattered wreckage of our Great Hull, we salvaged the ascension core and dove into the salted darkness. via Pocket

Two giant polyps were nibbling at the husk of a shopping mall some miles off. I was focused on a sludge-tower, though, just a half mile down the hill from me. I’d have to pass it. via Pocket