Flash Fiction
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The Astronaut

The rainbow in the sky has anxiety as the planets cry and the moon tips over. His spacesuit is uncomfortable, he thinks, as he floats outside the ship trying to make a repair to a component he doesn’t even understand. He turns his head toward a beautiful blue planet, not Earth, and wonders what it… Continue reading
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Vacant Crayons

The days are slowly getting longer. The shadows are outrunning the stars. Veils of a stone keep and funeral incense fluster the black birds on the wire in a world left unkempt by savage people. The boy taps on black smudged keys on a keyboard that no longer works. He turns away from his blown-out… Continue reading
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Cosmic Word Salad

Spirit shadows linger in windows A green notebook full of random scratchings lies upon a desk Lukewarm coffee sits in a red ceramic mug He is sipping the day away Tick Tock 8 o’clock Readying oneself to go out into the crazed world Hippies with hangovers Brutes in suits Ripping apart what the world gave… Continue reading
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The Talking Death Fish

A willow chancellor in concrete gloves walks the path that meanders from the school, through the forest, and finally reaches the shores of a lake that very few people know about. He sits down in a place of soft grass and unfurls his lunch pail. He withdraws a sandwich and removes it from its plastic… Continue reading
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The Crazed Pilgrim

Sun on crinkled golden leaves The grass is lemon-yellow The sky is pure blue I can’t believe it is November October hid and dashed away Thanksgiving will soon make its way to the table And the pilgrims will carve up turkeys with axes And one of them might get a little crazy Someone spiked his… Continue reading
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The Trick

It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces the air, and she goes to move it away. She sighs, readies her tea cup, and pours in the hot water. As it steeps on a cold Halloween morning, she moves the window curtain aside… Continue reading
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The Comatose Scarecrow

The emotional river flees fluidly like me. There must be some kind of disabling plate in my head. A blockage, a barrier reef, a comatose scarecrow holding an eternal lamp in a Halloween field of moonlit night. Frosty crows soar across the face of the man in the moon. They cry for salvation, yet cruise… Continue reading
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The Walk

A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so it blends in with all the snow. It’s modern and elegant. Straight edges and lines, levels, elevated, lots of windows, and even now someone looks out one after him. His breath screams out like a… Continue reading


