Ever felt like you’re being stalked, watched, plotted against? Then you know how Gay Degani’s character feels in the new flash fiction story, The London Eye (warning, contains strong language), published recently at Every Day Fiction:
“People insist the London Eye is nothing more than a tourist attraction, a Ferris wheel on steroids, a piece of machinery designed to be deconstructed for public consumption on the Discovery channel back home in the States, but I don’t believe it. I’m no fool. No one’s pulling the wool over my eyes. The Eye is stalking me.”
According to the site, Every Day Fiction is a magazine that specializes in bringing you fine fiction in bite-size doses. Every day, they publish a new short story of 1000 words or fewer that can be read during your lunch hour, on transit, or even over breakfast. You can read from the site or sign up for the stories to come directly to your inbox.
If you’re a poetry lover, they offer a similar site called Every Day Poets.
For more information on author and Pushcart Prize Nominee, Gay Degani, see this previous post.
Sometimes sudden fiction blurs the line between the short short story and poetry. Walking Upside Down, John Ravenscroft’s previous winner of the Storycove Flash Fiction Award, is one such piece. Personally, I think this would read better as a long poem than a flash fiction story, but no matter how it’s presented, there’s no denying it’s a fantastic piece of writing. It starts out:
“In my dreams, the good ones, Mary Iris McCormack – Mim for short – is forever doing handstands, her knees bent, her feet planted flat against the redbrick playground wall. The skirt of her school uniform hangs like a soft green bell about the half-hidden clapper of her head, and when she turns to face me I see strange, knowing, upside-down eyes…”
You can read the flash fiction story “Walking Upside Down” in its entirety at the online literary journal, Word Smitten.
So what do you think? Is it a story or is it a poem?
Check out Teresa Valle’s flash fiction story, Watermelon Goblins, on her blog, Cuentos, Little Stories by Teresa. (Note: the link points to the full poem which has a couple of slightly off-color words. Nothing major, but I like to warn people.)
Here is an excerpt:
There’s a story everybody tells about a box that should never be opened, and in the story of course somebody always opens it and then things happen. This is a story told by all the people of the world, is what my grandmother always said. In some stories the box is made of gold, or pewter, or brass. In some it is made of woven rushes, or thin porcelain or wood. In my grandmother’s version, the box is made of mud, and inside the box lives a storyteller also made of mud. He is a mud goblin, with reaching hands and a large slobbering mouth.
It’s a pleasantly rambling story, yet it is still cohesive in its own quirky way. It almost reads like creative nonfiction, except it’s creative fiction. Teresa admits to “blenderizing fact and fiction” in her About Me page, so who knows, part of it could be nonfiction. She also shares on her About Me page that her brothers have enormous foreheads but that her and her iguana have relatively small ones.
Nasty, Brutish, and Short…no, I’m not talking about my ex (or yours). NBNS is a site featuring the flash fiction of Patrick M. Tracy. I especially liked Little Mementos. Here’s a snippet:
“Sandy Beckford, his partner in Robbery/Homicide, got a good snicker out of it. Alex remembered when she’d have been sick looking at something like this, the unknown victim in an alley next to a dumpster, his face knocked off the rough and dirty way. He liked her better now, those delicate parts of her broken.”
You can read the entire story at the link above. Patrick offers to share the limelight and post the work of other authors on his site, as well.
He recently had one of his stories, Cleanup Crew, published in Tales of the Zombie War, an online journal with the very specific focus of “works of zombie apocalypse fiction.”