Posts

Someone Else

By L Mari Harris

Someone picks at her nail polish. Someone keeps checking her phone. Someone complains it’s too hot; someone asks how much…

Late Night Drive Long Time Gone

By Chloe N. Clark

On the highway at night, every other car is filled with ghosts. (you could be a ghost, too, if you…

Portable Television

By Greg Tebbano

That morning Judy brought a television to the bakery, one of those little tube driven units. It must have been…

Another Beatrice

By Amelia Golia

If I could, I would pray, but God has no use for a girl like me. “Non mi tange.” During…

The Trouble with Dating

By Kelley Albright

He left his scent behind. It melted into pillows, sheets, and shirts crumpled onto the floor. It even soaked into…

Varying Degrees of Dead

By Jo Withers

The Lifeline operator refuses to take my call when she realises I’m already dead. I tell her my name, and…

When The Birds Go Quiet

By Noémi Scheiring-Oláh

When the birds go quiet, the girls stop walking. The air around them is glassy and pale, like a glass…

Fractured Lit Flash Fiction OPEN Longlist

By Fractured Lit

51 stories made it to your longlist for this contest! Thank you all for trusting us with your writing! We’ll…

Hometown Johnnies

By Myna Chang

It was the night Johnny came back to town, one of those pent-up summer nights when the sky trembled heavy…

Late Lunch; Early Dinner

By Pamela Painter

We’re having a late lunch, five women, widows now, who have been meeting once a month for forty years. “Dress-up…

Submit Your Stories

Always free. Always open. Professional rates.