Feb 172015

by Lisa Diven

The first time it happened, every corner looked like a welcoming friend. She’d walk into a room, look at the nooks and fight the urge to place herself there, to curl into a tight ball and sob. Maybe five minutes would pass … or less and then she’d think about “it” again.

Be strong, Liz, told herself, but for the most part she just fought back a crying jag. Continue reading »

Feb 022015

by Dolores Whitt Becker

Blood glistens on bare wood. Neither the body that was wounded nor the one that caused the wound remains in the spare, rough-timbered room, lit only by the moon and stars. The blood is fresh, still wet; if it were not winter it would still be warm. The floorboards have only just begun to take it in.

Just outside the open door, a woman sprawls face-down in the snow, coughing out her last breaths. She feels very little, but that little is mostly satisfaction. Her final act is defiant – she lived too long in that cabin; she is not going to die in it. Continue reading »

Jan 222015

by Ric Waters

The door to the Study flew open before Detective Inspector Ronald Grey entered with a cadre of constables.

“Arrest them all!”

The mustachioed Joshua Mustard stepped away from the hearth. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Simple, Colonel: You all are suspects in the murder of Doctor Emile Black, just found dead outside this mansion.” Turning to one of the constables, Grey said, “You’ll find that Colonel Mustard’s revolver has recently been fired.” Continue reading »

Jan 152015

by S. Kay

A tired police detective gives a pregnant incest victim a teddy bear, reminding herself to ask the office admin to order another box of bears.

S. Kay writes one tweet at a time, from Vancouver, BC, Canada. A book is forthcoming from the NewerYork Press in spring 2015.

Jan 022015

by Chad Greene

A sea monster’s moan rumbles the otherwise still mist that shrouds Fisherman’s Wharf – the forlorn foghorn of the former federal penitentiary on Alcatraz Island. It’s inside the brightly lit building before us, though, that an amorphous, immortal monster has been locked away for longer than any sentence ever served on Alcatraz.

Basically a blob born when outlaw lactobacilli and yeast strains – mutated to thrive in the fog of San Francisco – impregnated dough in a bakery more than 150 years ago, it is fed flour and water by a trained team morning after morning. Continue reading »

Dec 092014

by Eileen Herbert-Goodall

You’ve been stuck in the car for hours, watching trees rush past, wishing you were back home. Sunlight pours through the windscreen; the sound of tyres chasing down bitumen rises through the seat.

Your mother’s found out where he is, the old man who disappeared years ago, and she’s determined to visit him. What’s the point? The way you see it, if he were even remotely interested, he would’ve kept in touch, or at least called on your birthday. But he never did. It’s clear the old man isn’t interested in either of you.

Nothing about this situation makes sense. Continue reading »

Dec 052014

The editors over at Flash!Friday, a fellow WordPress site also dedicated to the genre of Flash Fiction, are happily celebrating the site’s third anniversary today! The editors of Flash!Friday have dedicated themselves over the past three years to ramping up the excitement about flash fiction and have published some great stories.

We invite readers of FewerThan50O to join in the celebration of short.fast.fiction by reading Flash!Fiction editor Rebekah Postupak’s story of fewer than 500 words, Red.

The editors of FewerThan500 also welcome readers to celebrate your own creative spirit, by submitting your own Flash Fiction story of fewer than 500 words to stories@fewerthan500.com.