Christopher James shocks and teases with the intense, erotic short story "Of Small Talk at Parties and Everything Else". 

"For a while, I started to think I’d never get to bring the sexotron home, and I even briefly considered unwrapping it at work, coming to the office early (or staying late) and using it then, in the bathroom on the tenth floor. Luckily for me, the sexotron, and the tenth floor bathroom, my wife finally said one of her hospital appointments would certainly run late, meaning she’d not get back until gone seven. I brought the sexotron home." 

SHORT STORYFurryby Andrew Davie

Andrew Davie explores the world of amusement park workers in his short story, "Furry". 

The head stared back at him now, disproportionate features, leering at him, reminding him of his lowly status. A cartoon tiger, crudely stitched together, with a giant red tongue flopping from its mouth, the head cruelly mocked him; he imagined a high pitched voice using ironic phrases from television. 

FLASH FICTIONEidolonby J.D. Kotzman

J.D. Kotzman with the flash fiction piece, "Eidolon". 

I take a sip of my coffee and pull the focus in tighter on the woman, X’s doppelganger, still tracking her as she totes a cup of steaming tea along the far wall, toward a canvas print of my favorite van Gogh painting (X’s too, a copy hung above her fireplace).  When she hits her mark, appearing to stop casually to examine the piece—a brilliant nighttime rendering of a sidewalk café, its illuminated terrace and façade brushed in pale shades of yellow and green, crowned by a deep blue, star-studded sky—I find myself wishing I could freeze the frame, capture it somehow.  But I can’t.

FLASH FICTIONHow to Date a Zombieby Louis Raymond

Before you hit the Halloween parties this year, Louis Raymond has a little advice for you, should you happen to meet an attractive zombie. 

As in your pre-apocalyptic relationships, be a little cheesy. Take your undead lover on a walk by the ocean, among the dimming dusk, hours after the zombie-tourists have retreated to their second-homes and seaside wine bars. Share a bottle of Cab on the jetty. Read her Byron and Keats.

    Maybe a little Poe. 

Ambika Thompson's brilliant superhero short story, "Middle-Age, Love, and Spandex". 

I checked the internet, and self-diagnosed, against my better judgement. Nonetheless it became clear, that I had become a superhero. Like Spider-Man with a radioactive spider bite, the Fantastic Four with their cosmic rays, or the Hulk with, well I don't remember what happened to him. A finger in a light socket or something like that. 

FLASH FICTIONMe and Ol' Blueby Christina Dalcher

A flash fiction piece from Christina Dalcher, "Me and Ol' Blue". 

She don't answer, but Blue swaggers onto the porch and sets himself next to my rocker, pantin' like a pup. Two white canines shine in the light, and a drop of red hits the floorboard next to my shoe. There's sparkle in Blue's eyes, all the tiredness of sixteen dog-years gone away

FLASH FICTION2026 Bradley Placeby Sarah Frances Moran

Sarah Frances Moran with the post-apocalyptic flash fiction piece "2026 Bradley Place". 

We’ve been walking for days without shelter and the load of our belongings is beginning to wear on us. His panting has become ragged and his paw pads are blistered. He doesn’t complain though, just keeps pace with me.  My mouth and throat are so dry and I can only imagine how he feels, tongue dangling in this stagnant air. 

Toy Story meets the janitor's closet in Shawn Berman's hilarious short story "The Island of Misfit Janitorial Items". 

Friends always say to me: Oh, Mop, you are very hard worker! It must suck to be mistreated and clean human urine on daily basis. And I tell my friends: it do suck. It suck so much. And I wonder: why can’t humans reach toilet? Why must humans miss all time? Don’t they know I have to clean their mess? 

FLASH FICTIONBalance and Swingby Clare Hagan

Come dance along with new flash fiction from Clare Hagan, "Balance and Swing". 

“Come on, man.” Salem grabbed Josh’s skinny arm.  “All of our friends decided to go Contra dancing tonight and everyone is having a fantastic time except for you. Just give it a try. I promise. I don’t know a single person who hasn’t enjoyed it.” 

SHORT STORYE.R. Madnessby Margi Desmond

An Emergency Room visit with a fiendish twist in Margi Desmond's short story, "E.R. Madness". 

“I hope one day you’re really sick and nobody gives a damn about you,” Pearl spat. “And as you suffer, think of me and how little compassion you showed a decent woman in dire need. Karma’s a bitch, lady.”