flash fiction

Friendly Emily

by Kevin Hearne

She heard my boots crunch around the bend in the trail, looked up, and gave a tiny smirk when she saw me stop in confusion. Instead of saying hello or asking for help, she tried to reassure me. “Don’t worry, Mister, I won’t eat you,” she said. “I’m not hungry right now.”

May 18, 2017 | essay

Blind Reading is in Braille or Large Print

by Elsa Sjunneson-Henry

Ableism creeps into our language all the time. Words that seem innocuous to many, well, they’re not so innocuous to me.

short story

Snow White

by Mikki Kendall

It is a curious thing to live long enough to hear the story of your life go from a gossipy tale told by people on the periphery to a myth that frames you both as a victim and a villain.

A young girl stands in front of a roaring bear. In the background is a slightly run down house and the moon, looming large above everything.

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Bear Language

by Martin Cahill

Daddy says he can still hear it, but we can *all* still hear it, pawing at the bag of chips I left on the counter downstairs, snuffling into the salt. Do bears like chips?

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Regarding Your Future With The Futures Planning Consortium

by Raq Winchester & Fran Wilde

Due to someone mistakenly scheduling the office party synchronously with the rollout of the 2016 local adjustment planning calendar upgrade to version 16.5, I think some apologies are in order. I am sure the responsible party or parties will want to make amends. As a result of this error, the rise of fascism in Europe has accelerated, the next global extinction launched without supervision, and the party caterers were sent to 1620 BCE.

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Balance Point

by Sarah Goslee

Nik came here to learn magic, not to be ignored by everyone — even the teachers — except when it was time for tea.

Apr 13, 2017 | news

Here are the stories we bought in March, along with some statistics on race and ethnicity

by Brian J. White

We were open to flash fiction submissions (stories of 1,000 words or less) last month. We received 567 stories and accepted 17.

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The Hulder’s Husband Says Don’t

by Kate Lechler

The first word I learned that day was “perfect.” He repeated it, over and over, running hot fingers down the skin of my cheek and neck. His hands found the ragged wooden edges of the hole in my back, danced down to the base of my spine, stroked down the furred length of my tail.

Apr 7, 2017 | news

Join the Antifascist Fiction Club

by Brian J. White

We wanted to give you all a way to show that you’re not lying down in the face of hatred, bigotry, and violence.

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It Happened To Me: I Was Brought Back to Avenge My Death, But Chose Justice Instead

by Nino Cipri

Dirty river water filling my mouth, the tastes of oil and mud and rust; plastic zip-ties cutting into the skin of my wrists; lights on the surface of the water receding away from me. That’s what I remember from before I died.

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