Category: Flash Fiction
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“Smile Like Honey” – Julia Prackup
Honey at any temperature is warm, and at any age is sweet, and at any stage of their shelf life is smooth. It is meant to be paired, to be used, as a sweetener for the bitter and the bland. Honey is sunshine, a warm hug, and the color gold all packed into a jar…
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“Journey to a Tale as Old as Time” – Julia Prackup
Nostolgia is one thing, this was something stronger; I was keeping my younger self alive. I sat on the same couch I did nearly twenty years ago, curled up on the muted fern green corduroy-like chaise that was more comfortable at nighttime than during the daytime. The same tan quilted blanket covered me, no longer…
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“More Than Just A Sport”- Kelly Parker
Sound cuts out as I stand on the spray-painted white line. I swivel my neck left, then right, as I closely observe the hundreds of people on either side of me. Their uniforms make up nearly every color of the rainbow- yellow, blue, purple, red, and green. I take deep breaths as I do one…
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“Lakeside’s Couch” – Kacey Veiking
As sophomores in college, we were unaware of how much a used couch should cost. Looking back on it now, we were robbed blind. The cushions do not stay on; they slide every which way if you sit for more than five minutes. The velcro we used to keep them together failed miserably. We had…
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“The Roo” – Kacey Veiking
It sits just off of Route 1. Its parking lot spills into the beaten dirt clearing that latecomers manage to squeeze their cars into. Upon entry, it can feel overcrowded, with people packed into every corner. You are lucky to find an empty bar seat. The chatter of conversations mixed with music fills the bar…
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“The Play Between Pages” – Kristen Giebler
I glance over and see you there—“nerd necking” in your usual posture, completely immersed in your game. Your fingers move effortlessly, guiding you through a world built for you. I sit beside you, headphones on, book in hand, thumbing through pages, tracing words that feel like echoes of my own thoughts. Two different rhythms, yet…
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“Enough” – Miriam Da Ponte
I still don’t know if I should blame the weather, the seasons, the gloom of winter and the dullness of daily routines when reality doesn’t seem to be enough for my happiness. Sometimes, I get to the point where suddenly everything is put into question. The occasional Friday afternoon when I sit in my car,…
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“Second piece” – Kristen Giebler
Careful Consideration I always notice things and think, “Oh, you’d love this.” I wonder if you see things too And think of me the same way. To be seen is to be considered, To be considered is to be seen. An echo lingers, carved deep in my heart, Longing to be loved The way I…
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“Calm before Storm” – Michael C. Denysenko
Man’s best friend. He certainly wasn’t my best friend when he tried to steal my slice of ice cream cake. Honestly though, I can’t stay mad at him. In a way, we both depend on each other. Whenever I’m feeling down, I can always expect a pair of pointed ears and a fuzzy curled tail…
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“I Love You Still” – Julia Prackup
Love is not a glass that is half empty, Nor is it a novel missing pages, Or weeks of darkness with rain aplenty, Love is not a pain that lasts for ages. Love is knowing the glass is half full, And creating your own story’s ending; It is rainbows after the rain, dreamful, And the…
