Spiking is for Parties | by Tennessee Hill
This get-together is entirely brunette and liquid and will pass right through us like bright lights or cheap liquor.… Read More Spiking is for Parties | by Tennessee Hill
Category: flash prose
To The Daughter I Don’t Have, On Her Name | by Laura Gill
When I think of what I want your name to be, I think of the undoing of a corset, and I want it to resemble laughter.… Read More To The Daughter I Don’t Have, On Her Name | by Laura Gill
Beachside Property | by Kevin Ducey
And there they went storming up the beaches, afalling from the windows, twisting by the pools, thinking up something cruel, (like) carrying water in slotted spoons…… Read More Beachside Property | by Kevin Ducey
Jenny and the Squid | by Ariel Chu
She extended one arm towards me, then another. I allowed her ten limbs to encircle me, snake around my ribs, under my arms, between my clothed thighs. I got one glimpse of her pink, rubbery face before her hooked beak caught me. It clamped my mouth so hard I tasted blood. … Read More Jenny and the Squid | by Ariel Chu
Bite | by Anne Strand
She bites and chews and gnaws. She is so focused on the tiny words in her textbook. Then she clamps down on the pen cap so hard that it snaps in half. It makes a kind of popping sound, and I feel blood rush to my cheeks.… Read More Bite | by Anne Strand
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