Category: flash fiction

Jacobs Shadow by Kate E. Lore

Posted on December 22, 2023December 27, 2023 by Every Writer

Jacob’s shadow stretches tall before him, the dark shape of himself pulled out like silly putty, like his past inescapable, and now thanks to the police

The Guitar Man and the Pigeon by Ben Westerham

Posted on December 11, 2023 by Every Writer

Ben Westerham has recently let slip the chains of paid employment so he can spend ever more time writing crime, mystery and thriller stories as well as spending time reading, gardening and uncovering fascinating nuggets about his criminal ancestors.

Cold Shoulder by Hugh Cartwright

Posted on November 17, 2023November 26, 2023 by Every Writer

Freshly dead, she was pinned to the desk by a knife. Smears of blood oozed between his fingers and dripped to the floor.

“Hi” by Lauren K. Sweeney

Posted on April 30, 2019December 9, 2023 by Every Writer

Nine-oh-eight Glenview Road was the best part of carrying the mail. Ten blocks into my suburban trek, there she’d be, stretched out on a neon towel, sweet and slick as a glazed

Things That Recede with Time by Lauren Howlett

Posted on April 26, 2018May 6, 2024 by Every Writer

Invisible boundaries. The gum lines of aggressive brushers. Chins, if you’re a Hapsburg. The stamped fingerprints of once white shoes. Synthetic beards on aging tires, eroding like rootless rubber hillsides.

At a Funeral by Alyasa Abbas

Posted on February 7, 2016 by Every Writer

Waseem Akbar was a friend of my father’s and my uncles – It was the only thing I knew about him. Naturally, the news of his death did not affect me. The burial was in the night.

Debut by Stephen Baily

Posted on January 28, 2015 by Every Writer

Through the open window above the tub, an outcry reaches us from the world. I sink my battleship, but it pops right back up to the surface. More shouts follow.

Peter Crown by The Wynn Brothers

Posted on January 8, 2015January 8, 2015 by Every Writer

“Seventy hours,” said the man across the table from Peter Crown. Peter had invited him in for tea on an impulse that didn’t feel like his own. He didn’t even remember hearing a knock at the door.

Confession by Lorna Wood

Posted on November 8, 2014 by Every Writer

The Agency hired me so if anything went wrong they could claim I was acting on my own hook. We’d only just opened up diplomatic relations with Dokpur, and things were still delicate.

Man on Fire by Nik Vestberg

Posted on September 14, 2014 by Every Writer

I didn’t even have time to get annoyed at the man squeezing past me in the stairwell before I realised he was on fire. He didn’t seem to care himself and by then he was already so far ahead it didn’t seem appropriate