The Making of the Third Child by Lisa Tuininga Step 1: Wait until first two children are sufficiently independent to feed selves, sleep through night, and offer coherent language formation for both entertainment and debate. Only at that point should you continue to...
John Cena Loves Me by Kelly Flynn John Cena loves me. He tells me this everyday. It is not always in person, because his schedule is demanding. Sometimes when he is away I stay in his home, where everything is so clean and nothing smells like him. In a weird way, that...
2 Flash Fictions from “The Apocalypse” by Anastacia-Reneé day-drinking we started drinking gin at 11:00 am because we woke up to a shooting on our block and i’m not saying people should day-drink i’m just saying all the sudden we are day- drinking and the...
Brown Recluse by Lynn Horton The desert dropped in first through the skylight, sifting lost feathers and radiation dust. It lit the bathroom silica pink and ignited Ana’s toes, still tender from the calefont’s moody bursts of hot water. She pulled her towel closer....
Spite House by Nickalus Rupert Roz: No one calls the city by its name. Are we the outskirts of Cleveland? Baltimore? Cincinnati? Makes little difference. The city won’t have us. After sunset, breeze shifts just enough that I can pick up bakery smells over garbage...
