J. Bradley returns to Drunk Monkeys with the tragic story of star-crossed cartoon spokesmen.
I cup the Kool-Aid Man’s face in my hands. “I can’t do this anymore. I’ll have someone stop by to get my things.”
All tagged Flash Fiction
FLASH FICTIONThe Picnicby L.D. Zane
Some things time can heal, and some things it can't. L.D. Zane offers an emotional reflection on the past in his flash fiction piece "The Picnic".
“Whatever happened to those kids?” asked Mikey.
FLASH FICTIONA Glass of Waterby John C. Mannone
The rush of excitement gives way to the banality of the day after, in John C. Mannone's subtly brilliant flash fiction piece, "A Glass of Water".
She twirls her wedding ring as if that could wipe away the tarnish. This is not the way she intended to end the affair.
William Lessard, our Writer of the Month for January 2016, reports from a future not so far away to reveal that Lena Dunham has saved ... not THE world ... but A world.
Celebrate the end of the year with a new flash fiction piece from our Writer of the Month, Gessy Alvarez. Countdown along with "Twelve Grapes".
It’s tradition to eat twelve grapes the last twelve seconds before the New Year. For luck, Nick says. I hate countdowns. This anticipation for the end is a cock-block. The cat sits on the sofa. I push my feet under her furry belly. She whips her head around, but Nick brushes her away before she can nip my ankle.
FLASH FICTIONChildlessby Gessy AlvarezWriter of the Month
Our Writer of the Month, Gessy Alvarez, returns with a very honest look at marriage without children in "Childless".
He tried to be a good husband, to wash the dishes, do the laundry, and clean the toilet, but for years I did what I wanted, and sometimes I told him what I did, but most times I pretended to be too tired to talk.
FLASH FICTIONHerstoryby Gessy AlvarezWriter of the Month
For her first selection as our Writer of the Month for December 2015, Gessy Alvarez of Digging Through the Fat shares the bad ass flash fiction piece, "Herstory".
They say, without destruction nothing is born. They forget to tell you that sometimes what's born is already dead.
SHORT STORYSon of Godby Josh Rank
An unexpected visit has divine implications in Josh Rank's short story "Son of God".
He was not my son. I knew that right from the start. But the question of who the father was had haunted me for years. Who was the son of a bitch that ruined my marriage, my chances at living the happy life I had wanted for so long? Now I had my answer.
FLASH FICTIONSouthside Parkby Peter Clarke
Peter Clarke with the unique flash fiction story "Southside Park".
Most kids, I’ll admit, started out with pictures of hearts and flowers and smiley faces. But these kids, I knew right away, were independent thinkers if I’d ever seen any. When no one was looking, they’d sneak a hand down their pants or up their nose and scribble an explicit sex aphorism they couldn’t possibly have understood.
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.