* wakes up to his mother’s screams. He rushes outdoors and sees her standing on their wooden porch a few steps above a five-foot black…
It was the week before Shawn barricaded himself in his garden shed and swallowed a 12-gauge. We were drinking up in Creede at Tommyknockers. There…
I used to think a tourniquet was a kind of flower. I was sure I’d heard my mother say she planted rows of them when…
VOLUME 7 NUMBER 1 Blair Austin, Barbara Barrow, Kristin Bonilla, Kate Bolton Bonnici, Michael Chaney, Christina Clarkson, Callie Collins, Aubrie Cox, Andrea Danowski, Amarie Fox,…
The pack gave chase, and the boys ran. The dogs form packs at the edge of the city, and their eyes change over time. They…
Workshopping standard-length fiction can be a demanding enterprise for all parties involved; strangely, flash fiction often asks for more. While there are always exceptions among…
At the art college where I teach, I include flash fiction as part of my Bookworks course. Handmade books naturally need short texts, and I…
We don’t begin our stories with tiresome information, so why do we so routinely begin our introduction to creative writing classes that way? Reciting a…
In the past few years, English classrooms—whether in elementary schools or doctoral-level graduate classes—have become a safe haven for flash fiction. Professors are teaching collections…
If you place a plate of water directly below a vibrant light, moths will fly into the beam bouncing off the water. By nature they…