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Reasons to Be Cheerful

Reasons to Be Cheerful

One morning, as I stood at the bus stop waiting for the 7:05, my neighbor, Horowitz, drove over my left foot with his butter-colored Volvo. I shouted. I shook my fist. Then I limped home to show my wife, Myrna. I’ve had a long history of bearing tread marks, so my...

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PIEL MUERTA / DEAD SKIN

PIEL MUERTA / DEAD SKIN

She begins each morning by peeling the dead skin off her lips. Sometimes, she feels like she is shucking corn and other times, she feels like she is unwrapping a present, but mostly, she enjoys the aloneness that allows her this ritual, this tiny indelicacy. She...

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Fractured Lit Anthology Volume 4 Longlist

Fractured Lit Anthology Volume 4 Longlist

We want to celebrate the 52 stories on our Anthology Four longlist! An eclectic group of fantastic flash fiction that we read with excitement! Our shortlisted titles will be announced early next week! tell me how it works Protocol for What to Do After Hearing Another...

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The Girl Made of Dirt

The Girl Made of Dirt

The other girls laugh when she struggles to stand up in the ditch, her mouth edged with dirt. She braces for another blow, but they let her scramble away, and she wonders if her shoulder blades poke strangely from her T-shirt, another mark against her. She runs home,...

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My Mother, the Water Monster

My Mother, the Water Monster

I drove to the county hospital to pick up my mother. She was not as I suspected. They handed her to me in a Tupperware bowl, her spotted tail flicking behind her. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” I said to the bored nurse in glasses behind the desk. “There’s...

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In All The Loveless Places

In All The Loveless Places

The pretty cowgirl’s mouth is wild with tameless laughter, and the tassels on her calfskin miniskirt and waistcoat dance to her every move. Standing astride the centre line between four traffic lanes, gun belt and holsters sparkling in the car lights, she aims her...

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Intertidal

Intertidal

Spirits. Toria doesn’t speak German, but no language is necessary. Her voice melodious with children or men, she tilts her head and orders our drinks. Gin-tonic, always. Lights sweep the room, shading us ocean-deep. The barman leans in and whispers in her...

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Fractured Lit Elsewhere Prize Shortlist

Fractured Lit Elsewhere Prize Shortlist

We're sending these 25 stories off to judge Rion Amilcar Scott! We're excited to find out what stories he chooses for the winners! Siempres & Wedding Cake The right to bear arms Bethany Keratin High Love Love Salsa Camping with Jeff In the Next Life, Spring Comes...

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Candied Lemon

Candied Lemon

Kate knew it would not work with Ethan when she watched him remove the thinly sliced circles of candied lemon she had carefully arranged on top of the cake. He piled the peels on the side of his plate, mouth puckered, before driving his fork into the now unadorned...

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We Mistakenly Think It Keeps Growing

We Mistakenly Think It Keeps Growing

# Freddie goes missing overnight on a Sunday. That week is a blur of search parties and candlelight vigils, porch lights on in such abundance that the nights are as bright as day. We rake the cornfields in regiments of two dozen, flattening the farmland. Deputies...

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Fractured Lit Elsewhere Prize Longlist

Fractured Lit Elsewhere Prize Longlist

Once again, we had trouble deciding which stories should make the longlist, so here are 51 stories in contention! We'll be back shortly with the shortlist! Siempres & Wedding Cake The right to bear arms Mud Angels Bethany Keratin High Peasant Legs The Eulogy You...

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