My mother haunts my makeup bag. Always be ready, she’d chide as we dressed for mass, reapplying lipstick at red lights and through monsoon rains—once, as my father’s casket was lowered. Death is impat...

[No Audible Dialogue] by Remi Skytterstad The commotion and clamour of the airport is deafening. We are turned to lip-readers by the pack of people and their cacophonic humming composed and orchest…

New agent listing for: Tommy Dean at Rosecliff Literary @tommydeanwriter.bsky.social (Fiction; Mystery, Thriller). #WritingCommunity

How often do you read the literary journals you submit your work to? Flash has been around for centuries but as “flash” only for around 23 years, when James Thomas’s wife suggested the term. Lots of o...

We don’t call it “hate-watching,” but we aren’t teens tuning in to beam smashed hearts into the laptop screen. Our bus driver’s sister sobs a eulogy to full pews. Wait, “a real sweetie pie?” Huh. We nicknamed Donna “the banshee” for her pissy hollering. “Fun aunt?” “Friendliest patient?” We never even knew Donna had cancer cells knocking around in those huge boobs. We learn steroids made her “weirdly ragey.” In her headshot, Donna’s coppery bangs are smooth, glossy as our nails. We only ever saw her hair askew in the wind, her open window so much bigger than our own.    --- Adele Gallogly is a writer and editor new to/freshly entranced by the magic of flash fiction. Recently, her work was long-listed in SmokeLong Quarterly’s March Micro Marathon Competition and recognized with an honorable mention in NYC Midnight's Microfiction Challenge. She lives in Ontario, Canada.

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Someone saw some clouds once upon a time. So what? I can see them, too       —a haiku   But better to have seen them a thousand years ago. I am not being sentimental. I like plumbing as much as anyone...