God sat down on my garden bench and sighed, putting his hands on his knees, head dipped low. I saw him out of the upstairs window and hurried down. I am not accustomed to strangers walking into the garden uninvited. Many ...
In the Garden by M. Christine Benner Dixon
Flash Fiction, LAR Online
I was seventeen years old and living in the suburbs of Westbrook, Maine, when God rode her skateboard through a flaming hole in the sky. She turned out to be a bit of an asshole in denim and sent forth a cloud of locusts ...
And God Descended Like Hell on Wheels by Francis Walsh
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I didn't want to make a spectacle of the night, but I did want to bring in some turbine. A different flow for Sheila and I. We’d been together for three years and lived at the Lyndon on seventh. There wasn't much
holiday ...
Christmas Eve at the Lyndon Hotel by Henry Lara
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Our new mayor, a rat of his word, announced the crackdown after inauguration.
Rottweilers were rounded up first, muzzled, then marched out of town. Few onlookers said a word: a notorious mauling years back stayed ...
On the Rooftops by Alex Sheal
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The train hurries past unfamiliar landmarks, and she realizes too late that she was supposed to get off two stops ago, maybe four. She looks around to the door, past bulky bodies in puffy coats lodged together like ...
Inertia by Yunya Yang
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No one had ever heard him speak, so when Hayden Boyd stepped into the tire pit at Ridgemont Middle School and invoked Suicide #5, the boys broke into nervous laughter, shaken by the unexpected depth of his voice and the ...
Hearsay by John Phillips
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Dear Artist,
First, thank you for allowing me to provide feedback on your metal-and-glass sculpture titled “Dining Table ContempoDempo II.” It takes gumption on the part of the artist to allow someone with an eye ...
Retired Art Critic Brian Sewell Gets Rehired as an IKEA Furniture Quality Control Manager by José Enrique Medina
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They arrived the summer after Celine’s divorce, when the Asian pear bore ruddy fruit that she hadn’t the vigor to pick. A pair of ravens swooped in to glean the rotting pears beneath the tree. They built a nest in ...
S.O.S. by Teresa H. Janssen
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“No, Secretary Dunn, that’s not a mistake. The new guidance from President Muir couldn’t be clearer,” Jane said in an icy monotone, then tilted the computer monitor back towards Dunn.
“So a further failure ...
Secretary of Warblers by Matt Poll
Flash Fiction, LAR Online