Posts Tagged ‘Flash Fiction’
NOWHERIAN FUNERAL
“The house was said to have been ravaged by a storm that had yet to reach the rest of the town, and that its occupants had abandoned it after that future night. It was the very last house of town and beyond it stretched only vast fields, where the Gespernbauern didn’t sow or reap, but…
WeiterlesenTHE WATERPARK TRILEMMA
“Skalep rested, his hands and legs braced against the smooth wetness of the walls. The waterpark slide was covered with curved plexiglass, high enough to stand upright, but too milky to make out details on the other side. There were intricate gold emblems embedded in regular intervals, and a slow trickle of water ran toward…
WeiterlesenKOKYTOS SHORE
“licorice bleeds into lime bleeds into dust / skeletal rickshaws & ghostly sirens / tuk-tuk axles greased with human fat” Published in: A Beautiful Resistance 4: The Crossing (November 2017) Specifications: 8.5x11in, full color, perfect bound, matte finish, 100 pages. Single Issue: $22.50 US
WeiterlesenA PASSAGE OF TIME
“Oleska wakes up, and she immediately knows that her city has drowned. Dark currents flow through the corridors of empty offices, wash around cubicles and swell on the shores of ascending staircases. Cataracts plunge down elevator shafts into gargling blackness, feeding sub-basement oceans and crawl-space rivers. There are fish swimming here, a whole swarm, flamboyantly…
WeiterlesenA THOUSAND TWINKLING EYES
“They swim in the mulled wine, burrow through the gingerbread, jump along the garlands, drip from the mistletoes. The stars are their masters, palm twigs their hands – this is the only safe place.” Published in: The Cafe Irreal, Issue #61 (February 2017)
WeiterlesenNOWHERIAN FUNERAL
“The house was said to have been ravaged by a storm that had yet to reach the rest of the town, and that its occupants had abandoned it after that future night. It was the very last house of town and beyond it stretched only vast fields, where the Gespernbauern didn’t sow or reap, but…
WeiterlesenTHE WAY UP, THE WAY DOWN
“Unlike most people, Charlie had a job. He lived on Earth and worked in space, and for his daily commute, he took the elevator. It went right up to Icarus Station on the orbital ring, 132 minutes for one trip, only a few hundred kilometers above the planet. Whenever one cage left from the Beehive…
WeiterlesenTHE DESERT OF FORGOTTEN THINGS
“The night was dark and empty in the Desert of Forgotten Things, no moon floating over the ragged hills, not even stars; no bird calls, no crickets, no wind. The traveler’s lantern was a lonely bastion of light against the blackness that towered around him, and his steps made the only sound for miles.” Published…
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