Tag: flash fiction

Flash fiction story: “Thinking of Dazai”

“Thinking of Dazai,” by Canovaccio

Appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, January 22nd, 2018

970 words, including the epigraph

An intriguing piece. “[S]ometimes people just can’t do the right thing.” If the last line means what I think it does, Helena has gotten herself stuck in a pattern of mistakes and violence.


Flash fiction story: “The Two of Us”

“The Two of Us,” by Jeff Bakkensen

Appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, August 31st, 2016

Only 331 words!

A moment of awakening, seems like. Maybe even a coming of age (though I sort of dislike that term/concept). I definitely feel like this kid is a child, not a teenager.

Fictional essay (or who knows, maybe nonfictional): “Recurring Dreams Inspired by David Foster Wallace’s Post-Modern Classic Infinite Jest”

“Recurring Dreams Inspired by David Foster Wallace’s Post-Modern Classic Infinite Jest,” by Jeff Bakkensen

Appeared in SmokeLong Quarterly, September 14th, 2015

852 words


Short story: “Those We Feed”

“Those We Feed,” by Layla Al-Bedawi

Appeared in Fireside Magazine, January 2018, edited by Julia Rios; online here

557 words

An awesome parenthood nightmare.

I like that it’s not clear what the child actually is. An alien, a demon … it doesn’t matter.

Flash fiction story: “Little Trees and Paper Lanterns”

“Little Trees and Paper Lanterns,” by Robert P. Kaye

Appeared in Jellyfish Review, January 17th, 2018

802 words

Dryly funny.

Flash fiction story: “The 45th President of the United States and I Went to a Petting Zoo”

“The 45th President of the United States and I Went to a Petting Zoo,” by Grant Gerald Miller

Appeared in (b)OINK, October 13th, 2017

513 words

A bizarre and charming fantasy. I like the stilted repetition of “the 45th President” and its refusal to actually say the guy’s name.

“The 45th President slowly mouthed the world animal. Animals, I said. They’re called animals. You’re supposed to pet them.”

Edited to add: It has been confirmed that the president can, in fact, identify several different animals.

Flash fiction story: “One-Way Family”

“One-Way Family,” by Claire Polders

Appeared in (b)OINK, December 12th, 2017

544 words

I like this story. The tragedy of the protagonist finding her (?) way to loving her sister only when it’s too late.

“Happiness, he said, is a pause between misery and regret.”

Flash fiction story: “The Lies I’ve Told to Keep You Safe”

“The Lies I’ve Told to Keep You Safe,” by Matt Dovey

Appeared in Daily Science Fiction, October 19th, 2017; also on the author’s website

Just 357 words

A desolate, impressively compact piece.

Found via a recommendation from Brandon O’Brien in Strange Horizons.

Flash fiction story or fictional essay or perhaps personal essay: “Borges and I”

“Borges and I” (“Borges y Yo”), by Jorge Luis Borges or “I,” translated by various

Appeared in Borges’ collection The Maker (El Hacedor), 1960; anthologized in the 1981 book The Mind’s IAntonios Sarhanis’ translation online here

345 words

A brilliant examination of personal and authorial identity. It makes me think (forgive me) that “Everything and Nothing” is autobiographical. The last line could be the last line of a horror story.

Antonios Sarhanis’ takedown of Andrew Hurley’s translation is interesting. I don’t agree with every choice Sarhanis makes, but I admire the translation and the thought he’s put into it.

What a Wigleaf is

From an interview with the editor of Wigleaf in The Review Review:

Michael Fischer: Okay, I’ve always wanted to ask you this—at the risk of sounding like an idiot: what’s a “Wigleaf”? What’s the story behind the journal’s name?

Scott Garson: Did you ever see the SNL commercial parody for the conservative investment firm that didn’t get on the internet quickly enough and so was stuck asking people to visit it on the only domain it could eventually secure, http://www.clownpenis.fart? That bit aired in 1999. Wigleaf didn’t launch until early ’08, so you can imagine how much worse things were. And I really wanted a dot-com! So I got in the habit of trying out sounds in my head, just nonsense constructions. At first, I’d usually be like, That doesn’t sound like anything—definitely not our mag. But once I got used to “Wigleaf,” I could imagine other people getting used to it, too. I could imagine it sounding fairly natural.