I dream of grandma’s opihi shell necklace, the one her mother gave her when opihi were the size of your hand, the one she was supposed to be buried with...

This brings back memories of poking around in my mom's makeup desk... Melissa Llanes Brownlee in Birch Bark Editing

These titles are 🔥🔥🔥!!

When he graced my lonely world he was big – a cannon ball, a wrecking ball, a blessing of blood, beak, and beautiful havoc.

I was absolutely present, in this apartment with this woman and this bird, really powerful writing. Gaia Holmes in River Teeth

“Things aren’t so great today,” I’d say, stretched out on the couch with you on my stomach, kneading me with your paws, your noisy purr vibrating through my entire body.

I agree - cats, even the memory of a cat, can make everything bearable again. Jacqueline Doyle in Sweet Literary

Making sure I was watching. Almost forgetting in a star-seared second that you were arguing with me. Almost forgetting which shark you were about to draw. I don’t want the moment to end, so I whisper a reminder, Basking.

Whew, it's hot in here... Elissa Field in Fictive Dream

I’m over the moon to have won the 46th Toronto Star Short Story Contest! Honoured, grateful, and incredibly happy!! Thank you Toronto Star❤️ #shortstory #writing #WritingCommmunity

On that afternoon in my mejo dadu’s flat, my great uncle said in a light voice, “Oh right. I think so. Today might be my birthday—I think I remember now.” I remember now.

I read more flash than poetry, but I'm glad I stopped to read these two shome dasgupta in Susurrus

Józef Wilkoń 'The story of the kind wolf'

The throughline here isn’t in the stories, it’s in my need to believe that if I understood the facts, the motives, the why and then the why of that why—then I’d be safe.

This really spoke to me, how we respond to fear. Gail DiMaggio in Atlas and Alice Literary Magazine

Oh Claudia!! These are both just so good!

Everyone, you've gotta read these two micros...⬇️

The creature remained elusive, a grey ghost. We began to blame it for turning down our kindness, for trespassing into our little town. For not sharing its beauty.

Heartbreaking new flash by Dawn Miller is revising & writing the next novel in Atticus Review

You find something that could be the hollow shatter of someone’s tooth, show it to me in the cup of your gloved hand. I see you, later, slide it into your back pocket, and I want to tell you it’s not a thing you should keep

another stunning micro by Cathy Ulrich in Does It Have Pockets

My stepdad had forced us to give away our cat when he moved in. He was allergic, he explained. It was funny how my stepdad was allergic to all parts of my mom’s former life, including me.

A story of great cruelty and great compassion, so good. Coleman Bigelow in Reckon Review

By the end of second period the moisture in the air has lulled me to sleep. It is the teacher who wakes me. Ms. Laura, I call her. She has one hand curved to my skull, her palm a constant heat seeping into my ears.

incredible atmospheric micro Ruth Joffre in Fractured Lit

💜 I love this so much. 💜 Can't wait to read it. 💜

Tina’s tears are coming fast again. Knowing how anxious this makes her sister, she tries to wipe them away. She wipes and wipes but then thinks fuck it and lets herself feel the warm tears drip down her face.

Surrendering to it all Claudia Monpere in Cleaver Magazine

Lenny can’t even think about Wealth Management anymore, he’s got tumors squirming inside his organs like maggots through old meat. We don’t deserve to be luckier or live longer, but maybe we are and maybe we’re going to.

A heartfelt tribute Timothy Boudreau in Cleaver Magazine

The father preferred to talk about nature, about ideas, but neither of his kids were old enough for that now, so he found himself talking about overdoses.

omg, been there, done that. and that ending... truth. Andrew Bertaina in BULL

Can't wait to learn from you, Erin! 🔥

and you’ll punch him lightly on the shoulder saying what the hell, and he’ll grab your wrist, hold it in his own large, calloused fist, and tell you never, ever touch him like that again

really terrific and original rendition of a classic fairytale Joshua Jones Lofflin in Fractured Lit