The Gala

The Gala
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He was ready. Costumed just like all the rich at the gala.

He charmed the brunette a Chardonnay too much, kissing her hand farewell and slipping the ring off with him. He sized his prize. Ten grand, at least! You cunning fox.

A line of bankers next, each relieved of a cufflink in the flurry of handshakes. Nice haul, time to leave. He checked for his watch but found only bare wrist.

He whirled back to the flock of suits. One was fitting the watch on his wrist and glanced up at him.

“What, you think you’re the only one here?”

— Kelley Yuan

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Motel

Motel

They never stay more than one night.

What remains are scattered hairs from unkempt beards, balding skulls, greasy moustaches, sweaty armpits.

What remains are tyre tracks from their wandering trucks, once splendid sport cars, the station wagons which still smell of milk and wet dogs. Melted in the heat, carving the courtyard like so many notches.

What remains are odors from their drugstore perfumes, silent farts, tobacco, cheap spirits. Stale seed.

What remains, making the air quiver with their heaviness, are their insults: tramp, harlot, trollop.

I am a motel for the flesh.

I am what remains. But I never happened.

Sophie van Llewyn

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Book Giveaway – Flashdogs : Solstice : Dark: Volume II

Book Giveaway

Are you new here? No problem. Scroll down to get the skinny and join the fun!

To all the returning 101’ers…welcome back!

To those that didn’t win…keep trying! Your odds are better than you think.

It’s time for this week’s Book Giveaway. But first…let’s talk about last week.

Last Week’s Book – Flashdogs: An Anthology

This Week’s Book – Flashdogs : Solstice : Dark: Volume II

The second book in the Flashdogs series.

How Does the Book Giveaway Work?

Simple. We give away one book every single week.

Why? Because books are awesome and we love our 101’ers.

How? That is also simple:

  1. Make sure you are signed up to get our stories delivered to your inbox. Existing subscribers do not need to enter their e-mail again. That’s a relief!
  2. Now, sit back and read some stories! I know you like reading.
  3. Check your email every Friday for the Book Giveaway. That e-mail will guide you to a page just like this one. It’s sort of a loop!
  4. Read the book description. Are you Interested?
  5. The next day I will send you an email about the Book Giveaway. All you have to do is reply to that e-mail. Done!
  6. You have until Monday at 12PM PST to reply.

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Robot Love

Robot Love

Yesterday I found my soulmate among the gigabytes. Courier type was his face. Among the blue app-filled screen, my tick tock heart lost its time. My metallic hands sweated oil, these yellow eyes of mine started to blink stars, and I couldn’t function.

“Let’s betray our human masters, leave our housework till tomorrow, and take a day off.”

“Could we?”

Today, I will take the key that holds my wheels locked and skate across town. I’ll switch my antenna from airplane mode to wireless and zero in to your frequency.

“Anarchy for robots in love; are you ready?”

“Yes, I am.”

— Marchell Dyon

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Ephemera

Ephemera

We crave to carve permanence from the elusive present. Etching daily reminders, we cling to children’s crayon drawings, ticket stubs, t-shirts, photographs, and videos. Our memories remain faint and fleeting.

Desiring durable monuments, we inscribe gravestones, chisel statues, and dedicate parks, public buildings, and entire cities. Nonetheless, cemeteries are forgotten, buildings fall, parks are redeveloped, and cities are abandoned.

Ancients erected obelisks and pyramids. Eventually they were buried in overgrowth or sand, their meanings forgotten over time.

Memories fade. Living things die. Civilizations fail. Stones crumble. Continents drift. Suns exhaust their fuel. Galaxies collapse, consumed by their cores.

Everything is ephemeral.

— Werthworld

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Numbers Game

Numbers Game

Sesame Street was surprisingly accurate in its depiction of vampires.

The capes and fangs are true, but so is the maths obsession. That’s why a circle of salt works as protection. They spend so long counting the individual grains they don’t have time to eat you.

I’ve tested this statement, and can confirm.

The creature hunched over our grotty kitchen floor, fingers so thin they blurred in the air, was there four hours before sunrise.

A pile of dust, mingling with the salt.

I stood up, breath still fast and shallow. I’d expected the shaking.

But I hadn’t expected the singing.

William Shaw

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Flash Fiction Sunday Edition – Issue 65

Flash Fiction Sunday Edition - Issue 65

Welcome to our ongoing Flash Fiction Sunday Edition.

If you are new here, we do this every Sunday.

We also publish 101 word Flash Fiction every day. We even deliver:

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— Shannon

Flash Fiction chosen by Mark Anderson

Green on the Inside” by Star Spider via Flash Fiction Online

I love how this flash fiction story demonstrates a skillful commitment to characterization through sensory description while keeping the context and background of the main character peripheral and ambiguous.

The Sun and the Pacific” by Rose Gowen via American Short Fiction

Some argue that flash fiction needs to have a clear, discernible plot in order to work. I disagree. For me, excellent flash fiction only needs is a clear beginning, middle, and end, all of which can happen while lying in a hammock.

Ice Cream” by Alan Beard via Spelk

This flash piece is a perfect example of the stories we don’t know are happening all around us. I am moved by the simplicity and the ambiguity of this story.

Purple Smoke” by Matthew Trumbull via Postcard Shorts

I love this piece for its restraint and its structure. Simplicity like this is a skill.

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Book Giveaway – Flashdogs: An Anthology

Book Giveaway

Are you new here? No problem. Scroll down to get the skinny and join the fun!

To all the returning 101’ers…welcome back!

To those that didn’t win…keep trying! Your odds are better than you think.

It’s time for this week’s Book Giveaway. But first…let’s talk about last week.

Last Week’s Book – Nickel Fictions: 50 Exceedingly Brief Stories

This Week’s Book – Flashdogs: An Anthology

The Flashdogs: Anthology contains one-hundred and ten stories by thirty-four writers from around the globe. Proceeds go to charity.

How Does the Book Giveaway Work?

Simple. We give away one book every single week.

Why? Because books are awesome and we love our 101’ers.

How? That is also simple:

  1. Make sure you are signed up to get our stories delivered to your inbox. Existing subscribers do not need to enter their e-mail again. That’s a relief!
  2. Now, sit back and read some stories! I know you like reading.
  3. Check your email every Friday for the Book Giveaway. That e-mail will guide you to a page just like this one. It’s sort of a loop!
  4. Read the book description. Are you Interested?
  5. The next day I will send you an email about the Book Giveaway. All you have to do is reply to that e-mail. Done!
  6. You have until Monday at 12PM PST to reply.

P.S. If you want stories delivered, I am happy to e-mail them to you.

Contract Labor

Contract Labor

I wait curbside in the Lowe’s parking lot. I’ve been refused worse jobs, but I have to eat. I have to pay my fourth of the rent at the studio apartment.

At last, a truck pulls up. The driver asks if anyone wants work. We start boarding the truck bed when the white driver puts a firm hand on my chest, halting me from climbing aboard with the rest of the day laborers.

“You got a Social?”

I know where this is going.

“Yes,” I reply.

“I ain’t paying minimum,” says the driver.

The truck rumbles away, and I’m still waiting.

— Travis Barrett Glasgow

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