Over the moon that Sarah Freligh's flash A Way has been selected for Wigleaf's Top 50 longlist. Congratulations, Sarah! If you missed this tiny gem the first time, then here it is again @sfreligh.bsky.social#microfiction#flashfictionfebruaryfictivedream.com/2023/02/01/a...
by Sarah Freligh CINDY AND I are drinking wine that I filched from my mom and trashing the cool girls in school, saying stuff like Suzie Richards stuffs her bra with Kleenex and Ellie Armstrong is eas...
Two months into sabbatical: 25,000 words of fiction written. I’ve spent my life writing blogs & technical books, and wanted to try something new. I joined #FlashFictionFebruary & wrote 28 tiny stories. I joined a course on writing D&D adventures — and my first draft is almost ready for play-test.
Thank you Laura Black and @fictivedream.bsky.social#flashfictionfebruary#flash#flashfiction#litmag#writing
ICYMI please enjoy this compelling flash, the last in the series, The Day I Became an Eagle by Dawn Miller @dawnwriter.bsky.social #flashfiction #flashfictionfebruary fictivedream.com/2024/02/29/t...
by Dawn Miller RICK PEERS OUT THE WINDOW at the poplar trees bobbing and weaving. It’s going to be a twister, he whispers. They’re almost beautiful, these whirling clouds that spin like the cotton can...
ICYMI please enjoy this compelling flash, the last in the series, The Day I Became an Eagle by Dawn Miller @dawnwriter.bsky.social#flashfiction#flashfictionfebruaryfictivedream.com/2024/02/29/t...
by Dawn Miller RICK PEERS OUT THE WINDOW at the poplar trees bobbing and weaving. It’s going to be a twister, he whispers. They’re almost beautiful, these whirling clouds that spin like the cotton can...
"Wind pummels the clouds through the wood-crossed windows, the sky battered like yellow and green bruises." The Day I Became an Eagle by Dawn Miller @dawnwriter@bkly.social #flashfiction#flashfictionfebruaryfictivedream.com/2024/02/29/t...
by Dawn Miller RICK PEERS OUT THE WINDOW at the poplar trees bobbing and weaving. It’s going to be a twister, he whispers. They’re almost beautiful, these whirling clouds that spin like the cotton can...
"It was the 1960s, and I dressed the way girls my age in Canada dressed, surprising to villagers in Kerala who hadn’t seen girls wearing pants." Seeing the Other by Gitanjali Kolanad #flashfiction#flashfictionfebruaryfictivedream.com/2024/02/28/s...
by Gitanjali Kolanad MY GRANDMOTHER WORE a mundu in the manner of Kerala Syrian Christian widows, plain white cloth without even a border, wrapped and tucked with a little fan of pleats that fell behi...
"She says What have you brought these for? I suppose you were hoping to put them on my grave..." On Backwards by John Wheway #flashfiction#flashfictionfebruaryfictivedream.com/2024/02/27/o...
by John Wheway ON MY WAY to the home, I stop to watch the cows trooping towards the dairy. It takes me back to a childhood feeling of love for big, shambling animals—cows, cart horses, huge compared w...