Under the cap, a face, its skin like a reptile, containing a set of wild grey eyebrows that are as bristly as a worn brush.
Please enjoy this short story set in the small village of Obra in the Polish countryside. Seems fitting it found a home down the road in Croatia. Thanks to Ana @ Zin Daily for publishing this piece.
The camera’s flash is a sheet of lightning. It’s a sad photo of a pug wearing festive clothes. To her it’s depressing but people love that shit.
Photo courtesy of Braden Fastier
Thanks to Flash Frontier’s guest editor Amanda Saint for selecting my piece for the THUNDER issue. Please have a read here.
Coffee grounds in the plunger are raindrops falling at night.
Thanks to Richard Hearn for including this contemplative piece on Paragraph Planet today. Enjoy!
This time of year, nothing grows. Nothing decays. It’s that cold.
I’ll never forget my first encounter with a woodpecker in a snow filled pine forest in Poland. Since then they became one of my favourite birds. Delighted for this story to be included in The Wild Word’s ‘Wintering’ issue. Thanks to Kusi the editor and Cory the fiction editor for giving this piece a fitting home.
You’re the bird that comes to see me. The bird that perches on the power line above my letterbox and looks in. Your arrogant tweet pierces the air at random.
This micro means a lot to me. It might not be my best work but I’m proud of the last line. I hope you relate to it or find something in there. https://microfictionmondaymagazine.com/2022/01/17/microfiction-monday-117th-edition/
The wheels creak like a heavy wooden door opening on tight hinges. His bike could fall to pieces at any given moment (so could he).
Read this strange little story here
“To touch, to smell, to listen, to see,” he struggles with the list. “They’re all fantastic. In their own right. But the greatest of all, king of kings, is to taste.”
Thanks to TD and the team at The Antihumanist. I’m honoured to be included in the 3rd edition. Please find the issue here. My piece Eat, Drink and be Happy can be found on page 49 but you can probably read a Table of Contents. Enjoy.
“My son wet the bed again,” he said, wearing a big smile. “Oh well, they’ll smell nice and fresh for him this evening.”
A tiny funny story out in Flash Frontier’s December ‘MICRO’ issue here
My son screamed when he came bursting out of the womb. His naked body glistened. Dollops of pinks, reds, browns, and yellows. Unblemished skin covered in bodily fluids and mucus.
Thanks to Rob Kaniuk and the team at Schuylkill Valley Journal for including this little story
Was this genderless person behind the gorilla costume not taking this situation seriously? Do we resort to humour to get us through the toughest of times, like a joke or a funny story at a funeral?
Pretty cool to be included in this collection https://www.cloudink.co.nz/fresh-ink-2021-edition
There are some good artists and writers in here and me.
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