It’s your nighttime room, this dark rushing room. It rings in your ears, like now does, always with you. Look left, right, up, down, fresh paint, tangy and sticky smelling. There’s a window. There’s a door. There are clean sheets and someone’s breathing. There’s the birds outside with their song sometimes and beyond there’s the highway […]
I utter to myself, “Your soul is Rome but your hopes are Pompei.” Time has done to my face what the Internet has done to human decency. I descend the stairs noting that 100 years has made them the deepest conceivable brown. “It smells like an old trumpet case in here.” My reluctance has become […]
My wife’s grandfather was a Bracero from Mexico in the ’50s. He’s a tough and charming man, 94, lives alone with some paid help afternoons. Last month he got one of his grandkids’ kids a job at McDonalds. He told them they should hire the kid, he bought a McMuffin, and they hired Albert. Saturday he told us, in Spanish […]
[Episode Three of Adventures in Litter Bay] Coheed was awakened by the sound of children’s voices rising up from the park below his one bedroom apartment. “Lemonade Lemonade Lemonade!” they yelled. “Lemonade Lemonayyde Lemonade,” came their little boys’ and girls’ voices, some breaking into scratchy urgent little girl and boy screams, “Lemonaaaade! Lemonaaade! Lemon-aay-aay-ade!” He looked over at the clock; […]
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This one is not about a dog. Well, not literally.
One afternoon I told my friend John Scane I was maybe planning on watching I Am Legend later that evening on streaming, and I said, “Hey have you seen it?” and he said, “Yeah, sure a while ago. It’s pretty good,” and I said, “It’s got zombies, though, right? You know I can’t take too […]
Right over here. One hundred and forty-eight words, and let me tell you, it’s hard to cram a story into so few words. I cheated and went for easy emotion. Awww, poor puppy! So. Where’s yours? Write it up, send it in, and we’ll publish it.
I have a good terrier with a weak heart. She’ll die early. She’s still young, just four, and her condition isn’t apparent unless she’s playing hard at fetch or chase the hose water. When it gets her, she stops, lies down, rolls over, breathes, and waits. It’s syncope — the light headedness you feel when […]
Today’s story comes in at 197 words — 47 words over the 150 word limit of our super short fiction series. Maybe I should stretch it to three hundred and make it a two-parter. Even better, maybe you should try writing a Hundred-Fifty word fiction and then send it to us so we can publish […]