Aug 042015

By Prospero Pulma, Jr.

Here’s what I’m thinking: I’m going to clench my fist, and slowly, slowly extend my middle finger and wag it at your fair-weather, snotty faces.

I read my update on the textbox. Perfect. All I need is to press enter on the keyboard to send it to the newsfeed of my friends on About a dozen of them are online at this moment. By nightfall, a great fraction of the thousand or so people on my friends list will see my cyber dirty finger. If they bash me, I’ll just close my account and have my shadow as my company like it’s always been. Continue reading »

Jul 292015

ChadGreene2014How and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

One quotation I’ve always loved is Saul Bellow’s observation that “A writer is a reader moved to emulation,” and there is a moment that I can recall when, as an overconfident teen, I looked up from the novel I was reading and declared to my mother “I think it’s time that I start to write my own novels.” I say “overconfident” because it’s taken me about 20 years since that moment to put together what I think might — might — eventually turn out to be a decent novel.

What inspired you to write flash fiction?

When I was a student in the Master of Professional Writing Program at the University of Southern California, one of my best teachers was Janet Fitch. In her Fiction Writing Workshop, she would assign us to draft a two-page story — about 500 words — every week in response to a one-word prompt. (She still posts her personal responses to these prompts on her blog,, in the category “The Word: Stories.”) Honestly, at the time, I had no idea that flash fiction would later turn out to be my preferred form. My concentration in the MPW Program was actually on creative nonfiction, and I was mostly toiling away at — of all things — a humorous history of male cheerleaders I had christened Gimme an X! Gimme a Y! After I graduated and started to teach at the college level myself, however, I returned to flash fiction because of practical considerations: Even when the stacks of student stories, scripts, and essays I need to grade seem mountainous, I can almost always carve out the time to write the first draft of a flash.

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Jul 282015

by Richard Lutman




“Coplours.” Continue reading »

Jul 222015

KeithHornadayHow and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

By reading… no, really! I discovered reading for pleasure at a late age – sixth grade. After that, I was hooked. I always had an active imagination so the two worked together to the point that at the end of middle school I wanted to be a writer. The high school counselor interviewing me asked what I wanted to be and I told him, “a cop or writer – if I could learn to spell.” Alas, that was not to be until many, many years later.

Fast forward to Facebook. I started making comments and rants which required more thought and structure. Next, during a conversation with a friend about the books I had read recently, he told me “you should write.” So I did.

Believe me, this is an extremely abridged version. I think I could write an autobiography based on this topic alone.

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Jul 212015

By Jono Naito

When my grandmothers left the house in the thick spring of ’94, I crawled into the food pantry by the kitchen and found the fuse box behind the extra flour and decrepit spices. A fuse box says a lot about a house, about its soul. It said my sister’s room was an office, that mine was a guest room. No wonder she did so well in school; no wonder I always wanted to leave. Continue reading »

Jul 152015

SantinoPrinziHow and when did you decide, or discover, that you were to be a writer?

I used to always write stories as a child and loved to read. I suppose it would be natural that I would one day want to write them for myself. In 2013 I started studying an English Literature with Creative Writing combined undergraduate degree at Bath Spa University because I wanted to learn more about honing my craft. During my first year I discovered flash fiction and enjoyed writing them so much I haven’t looked back since.

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Jul 142015

By Brian Howley

Delivered by discreet emissaries, the intricate scrolls contained an invitation to a gathering of universal importance. Without exception, the invitees were enthralled. Without exception the invitation had been accepted. An invitation to the Holy City was not to be ignored.

Seated now around an oval table crafted from the finest Australian timber in a room with walls adorned with priceless art, the most influential group of men and women ever gathered could barely contain the excitement. Continue reading »