We're thrilled to announce the winners and honorary mention of our 2021 Sudden Fiction Contest! Read more to find out who won!
The shortlist for our 2021 Sudden Fiction Contest is out! Read to find out what we sent our judges.
Did he think about telling me that summer, when there was nothing but us and the truck and the highway for miles? Maybe not, didn't want to ruin it all.
When I picture a flash fiction story done well, a story that's getting so much across in this tiny space, I imagine a little snow globe or something that's bursting with how much is going on inside it.
You keep the bones. I learned this as a girl, cleaning after a chicken dinner.
I was just taking some time off, I told myself. From college. But more and more it felt like from life.
The little bird’s so still, just looking up at me with those robin eyes, just staring like it sees what’s deep inside me, like it’s stunned by the horror of it. I think that’s when I begin to understand: sin’s damn personal.
The baby is so small, lying there on the changing table. If she fell she would surely break, maybe die. The woman repeats this: I cannot let you die, baby. I cannot let you die.
I feel like when you write flash, you're giving something to the reader, like an electric shock.
From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.