The horizon wasn’t sewn in a straight line. It looked unstitched. Ruched. Wind torn whitecaps like stuffing clawed from a quilt.
He could see the silken clarity of cobalt blue interrupt the slate green water that ...
Two Red Flags by James Lowell
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Dani Blackman’s short prose has most recently appeared in Bellingham Review, Fractured Lit, Citron Review, Epiphany, Witness, and elsewhere. She was a finalist for the Reynolds Price ...
Dear Dopamine by Dani Blackman
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
We live at the foot of Mount Monkshood, where our town ends and the wild land rises sharply beyond. Our backyard looks out onto the mountain, which is a problem, because the mountain watches us.
Monkshood lures ...
Dark Watchers by Jane Yager
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I was terrible at the claw machine. It was why I practiced five times a week for three-hour intervals at nearly fifteen reps per hour. Each rep only cost 1,o00 won, but it was 4,500 for a pack of cigarettes and 2,000 for ...
The Claw Machine by Hyo Jin Ha
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Afternoon at Miss Allyger’s store, light comes through the crosses on the dossals, runs onto the folk-art trinkets and postcards of the mountains, which Lavina restocks from a woven bin. It is her seventeenth birthday, ...
Goodbye to the Flowers by Carolynn Mireault
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The shop was just a gray concrete box in the middle of an empty parking lot. It wasn’t closed, but it looked closed. It looked like a place we shouldn’t be.
Michael wanted cowboy boots, but shopping for cowboy ...
One King Bed and Two Keys by Miguel Camnitzer
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
The Bargain
The Jhelum River starts at the foothills of the Himalayas, then winds through the disputed Kashmir Valley—first the Indian-administered side, then the Pakistani—, ending 200 kilometers from the ...
2024 Flash Fiction Award Winner: Rikha Sharma Rani
Award Winners, Flash Fiction
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I remembered someone telling me that the worst thing that could happen was running out of desires, but I just wasn’t wired like that. I was in the back of my car, on New Year’s Eve, with a boy I’d just met. He ...
Bites/Being in Love by Nicole Sellew
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Three days a week, David sat at Ms. Bowen’s kitchen table and repeated back, say, sun, soup, sip, sick, said, sail. When he did well, she rewarded him with a chocolate from the freezer, hard and tasteless. When ...
Say, Sun, Soup by Michael Stewart
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
