"In the time it took for the girl to guess, light traveled from the Sun to Mercury, the rabbit ear TV singing its white noise ostinato to anime battle music..."

Read "At the Dentist’s in Arlington Heights" by Tina S. Zhu

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"In this timeline, you and I are nothing but familiar strangers who no longer recognize the one thing that glues them together."

Read "Lifetimes" by Sarp Sozdinler

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"When wildfire consumed Dad’s house I asked if anything of yours survived the flames so intense they reduced the fridge to a clinker..."

Read "Reminiscing With Grandma’s Ghost," by Kathryn Silver-Hajo

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"Drives with him were always silent, but there’s no silence like a winter storm."

Read "Cancer: A Love Story," by M.C. Schmidt.

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"The beauty was in the woman’s heartbeat as she gave birth to this music, the double-bass and double meaning of the song about blood running thicker than water.."

Read "Bebop Baby" by Nora Nadjarian

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At midnight, I saw her tall shadow before my bed and felt her fingers running through my hair that was annoyingly wet; her last signatures were etched as remembrance into its fresh wetness then.

Read "Paradox of Love," by @ahmedmehreen.bsky.social
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The winter issue of Centaur is live with work by writers @ahmedmehreen.bsky.social, JR Fenn, Nora Nadjarian, M.C. Schmidt, @kathrynsilverhajo.bsky.social, @sarpsozdinler.bsky.social, @tinaszhu.bsky.social, and artist @zebulonhourse.bsky.social

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"She wants something other than one less text, than another, and seeing Jimmy online anyway posting and putting up photos of him at the dog park with Snook, the dog they adopted together..."

Read "Something Other," by Francine Witte.

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"After, I scooped the bee from the water. It was heavier than you’d think. Plush as a mascara brush."

Read "Conspiracy," by Michelle Ross.

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"Our sixteen handmaidens bathe in the creek. Before they’re shaped, dried, painted by me and sister. We argue about colors. We paint the myths. Each handmaiden holds a flower. Each flower is a prayer."

Read "Papier-Mâché Sestina" by Claudia Monpere

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Completing celebrations for this year, a round of applause for this year's Best Small Fictions nominees...

Please join us in congratulating the writers for their fine work nominated for this honor.

This has been another great year for writing. Congratulations to our nominees for Best Microfiction 2025!