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Category: flash fiction

  • ‘It’s gonna be one of those nights,’ said Gatlin Bishop, a 28-year-old welder and 57-time alien abductee. ‘The electricity’s going funny and there’s so much static in the air, walking feels like wading through jellyfish. Breathing feels like touching your tongue to the business end of a 9-volt battery.’ –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post…

  • “I’ve loved you for eons, you idiot!” –Sarah Torribio >>last post <<next post Read more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • Duane always had a chaw of tobacco in his mouth. He called it “sacred plant medicine.” –Sarah Torribio <<last post <<next post See more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • The psychiatrist studies David with bright inquisitive eyes, then pulls out a notebook. PSYCHIATRIST (in a thick German accent) I am excited by your case. It is most particular. Are you likewise excited about this journey? PATIENT I don’t know. My wife said I’ve been tense. She thought I should get some things off my…

  • Alana was ambivalent. No one understood her feelings, least of all herself. She was so emotionally dissociated as to be nearly feral. Alana would do things like slide into her ex’s DMs, texting, “I HATE you. Also, this song made me think of you.” –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more flash fiction by…

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  • For co-workers Sam and Brenda, it was the 9th anniversary of their ‘situationship.’ –Sarah Torribio >>last post <<next post See more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • Tina had trouble letting things go. Everyone she’d ever met was living rent-free in her head. –Sarah Torribio >>last post <<next post See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • It had been a tough year. Amanda wanted to crawl into a painting by Master of Light Thomas Kinkade, take up solitary residence in a golden-windowed cottage, and never leave. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE