Tag: short story
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“L’Internaute” As Imagined by J. L. Taveras
Julia Lucrecia Taveras is an actress and translator living in the Free Republic of the Caribbean. Their work has previously been featured in In Parentheses. Artwork by Co-founder P. M. Chatelain.
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“Just Another Tuesday Morning” by A. Lafleche
Andrew Lafleche is an award-winning poet and the author of ten books, including No Diplomacy and Ride. He is editor of Gravitas Poetry. Lafleche holds a Master of Arts in Creative and Critical Writing from the University of Gloucestershire. He lives in the Ottawa Valley. Visit AndrewLafleche.com for more information.
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Fleck by S. Ground
Stephen Ground lived for years in a remote, fly-in community in Canada’s north after his graduation from York University, then returned south to co-found Toronto-based collective Pearson House Films. Find his work in The Esthetic Apostle, Flash Fiction Magazine, Sky Island Journal, The Sunlight Press, and elsewhere, or at http://www.stephenground.com. Fleck I parked down the…
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Just (Part 1) – Short Story by P Kim
Phillip Kim was forced to go to Boston University. He studies English Education because he wants to be a drill sergeant but he doesn’t want to join the military. He is a preschool teacher and mocks his students regularly. He writes videogame plots, slam poetry, short stories and likes cheese. READ PART 2 HEREREAD PART…
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Snapshot – Short Story by L. Breen
All of her family photos are amateur in the purest, most endearing sense, characterized by eyes squinted shut and flies shamelessly unzipped, and although the background may change – the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the Lincoln Memorial — the photos come in only two standard compositions: her standing beside her mother and her standing beside…
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Styrofoam – Short Story by L. Breen
She prefers paper cups to Styrofoam. Styrofoam is too kind on the hands. She always thinks that to hold a Styrofoam cup feels safe, and therefore the liquid inside is at perfect drinking temperature. Only after the initial sip and burnt tongue does she ever find out otherwise. She had done that very thing just…
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Day 21 – Short Story by L. Breen
He had been slamming his body against the glass pane for nearly an hour before someone came to the window — a boy in search of the afternoon breeze. The fly flew in, seeking a home in which he could spend the final day of his short life expectancy, Day 21. The fly had heard…
