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Category: flash fiction

  • Sheldon had social anxiety disorder and needed to pump himself up before interacting with humans. He couldn’t leave the house unless he first played Joe Jackson’s “Stepping Out” at full volume. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post Read more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • The moon was taking her nightly shower under the Great Shower Nozzle, writ large in stars just left of the Big Dipper. She got that old Milky Way shampoo in her eyes, and started crying rain onto the pavement of a brisk night. Pedestrians paired up like playing cards and ducked into steam-windowed cafes–umbrellas dripping,…

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  • Dina was a self-taught therapist and business coach who prided herself on bucking norms. She’d authored a book called, “Sisyphus Was Right: The Power of Setting Large, Unachievable Goals.” –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post Read more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • Doug was like one off those wax animal figures you used to get from a machine at the zoo. He was warm, colorful and freshly-formed, but ultimately empty. –Sarah Torribio >>last post >>next post See more flash fiction by Sarah Torribio HERE

  • Wallace Charger was a scathing political commentator and cultural critic. He offended both the left and right and liked to say he was the poster boy for the kind of journalist Spiro Agnew called, “Nattering nabobs of negativism.” On a personal level, Wallace was a people-pleaser who loathed confrontation. He never shed his abandonment issues.…

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  • Liz was author of a popular series novels called “The Sweet Tea Club.” It centered around a group of women who–despite the trappings of Southern femininity– were strong as granite and resilient as the earth itself. The ladies gather weekly at one another’s porch to drink sweet tea and share their trials and triumphs. Sometimes…