“The Bunnyman will worse than kill you,” they told Luther. “He wants your insides on your outside, maybe to eat them, but mostly because it’s fun to play with your wiggly squiggly guts and let them jiggly jiggle ...
The Bunnyman by Melinda Scully
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
My friend Janice was friends with a murderer named James. I met Janice at fifteen—a lot of years ago now—she was a friend of a friend who went to private school. We became very close for some inexplicable reason. ...
The Murderer’s Friend By Amanda Anderson
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
“It’s the damned lesbians,” your father was telling me. We were sitting at the bar at Castro’s Backroom, the cigar shop on Elm. He’d recently returned from visiting you out west, and I was asking after ...
At Castro’s by Colton Huelle
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
One thing I’d like to get out there—maybe you’ve heard, maybe you haven’t, but there was a thing a few years ago—well, it started as a meme, but it escalated into this real-life thing. It was a picture of ...
Turn up the Bass by Rick Andrews
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Kat knocked bumpers with a man in a truck who stopped abruptly, which made her nervous, because she had met enough men with trucks to know that they reacted however they saw fit.
He got out on the side of ...
Path of a Bullet by Alex Juffer
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Roger was a top marksman on the university rifle team—clay pigeons and postal competitions. He ended all that when one day he found himself sighting someone from his dorm window. University of Michigan, 1972. He ...
Like Love by Sherrie Flick
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Henry has been discharged neither honorably nor dishonorably because one day he just didn’t feel like eating anymore, so he got too skinny. They told him that he needed to get healthy again, but what was the point? ...
Crows, Talking to Him, 1963 by John Brantingham
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
Superheroes, ghosts, and members of The Beatles were buzzed on birthday cake and chocolate bars. The kindergartners pounded their little fists on the dining room table, eager to paint pumpkins, the final activity of ...
You Monster by Kate Faigen
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
In our first trimester we took vitamins and drank milk. In our second, we felt for movements and carried home ultrasounds. When asked what we wanted, boy or girl, we resorted to the obvious—"as long as they're ...
What We Didn’t Know by Sharon Gusky
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
