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misc. flash fiction

by littlefallsmets

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So much of my writing starts by mishearing something and then the misunderstanding turns out to be more interesting than the original intent. I’ve written more than four hundred parody songs, sit...


You wake up knowing you died yesterday yet here you are, safe in bed. This isn’t the first time, it’s happened often enough to lose count, dead but alive, no one else able to recall a thing. You ...


His future mother-in-law called him “Jimmy”, even though his given name was James Sheng and nearly everyone since junior high just called him “Jim”. Qingzhao’s mother was a tiny tanned tin tyrant...


She was reticent to talk about it with her family or her friends but she knew she’d have to break it off with him. They’d met when he was working the bird desk at the biggest pet store in the are...


Proxima and Rigil, two of the sisters Centauri, two of the closest stars to our very own sun, they like to watch us from afar sometimes, up there in the night sky. It isn’t night to them, of cour...


Here we are in the limbo between our flights that we call Layover, neither here nor there but more or less exactly where you’re supposed to be for now. Here we are in San Francisco and yet n...


They told us that it was our choice, of course, when we were kids. The government had scanned our genes and said we had the potential to manifest our superhuman abilities if we were able to expos...


There are the things in your life you regret then there are the things in your life that you miss and you rue and you feel bad about but you don’t exactly regret them. The things you learned from...


Everyone talks a big game about the value of a home-cooked meal, he thought to himself as he drank his coffee alone in an almost-empty restaurant, unless they’re the one who has to cook it. When ...


The prickly pear received its name because its fruit, while thorny on the outside, contains a soft sweet fruit once you get beneath its well-protected skin. The people there who identify as Israe...


It was difficult enough, as a newly faster-than-light humanity made contact with the extra-solar races, to figure out how to translate each of their written and spoken languages back and forth to...


She awoke as she did every weekday, three-fourteen in the morning, one minute before her alarm, just enough time to prepare herself and then commute. “Payroll at four,” she thought, “one more shi...


Book Description

Wherein the typist shares flash fiction experiments from writing groups.