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Flash Fiction: Brimstone Orange


Brimstone Orange

by Livia Llewellyn

Midnight found her kneeling in grass, thick clumps of dirt all around. One by one she peeled and plucked segments of orange from its skin, then passed them between her legs. In the secret crevices of the tree, she gently tucked away the red-stained pulp. After, Cyan cradled the slender trunk, her fingers buried in its roots.

“Bear something for me,” she pleaded in her sleep. “Bear me.”

Flash Fiction: The Tomb

Show Notes

I would like to dedicate this love poem to Alice. Happy anniversary, sweetheart!
– Ben


The Tomb

by Annie Abbondante

To see the insides of you, they will have to pull you apart. The doctor is really nothing more than a soft-fingered explorer who knows his way around the black lumps and brown chunks of the human anatomy; he knows which juices squish out from where and why. He doesn’t know what a gift it is to hold your purple heart in his latex hands.

Flash Fiction: From Famine to Feast

Show Notes

Happy Thanksgiving, and bon appetit!


From Famine to Feast

by Stephanie Campisi

The boy’s face was a thick, fluid rendering of blowflies. They crusted his eyes like false lashes, and crawled around his chapped, broken lips, their shimmering wings vibrating against their fat black bodies. The boy’s stomach was distended; he looked like a spoon, with the bulging, swooping curve of his gut leading into his rail-thin upper body. His ribs protruded; it were as though he had swallowed a birdcage that was pushing out from within.

Flash Fiction: Devote Your Life to Beauty


Devote Your Life to Beauty

by Loreen Heneghan

We are not a cult. Don’t allow any outsider to confuse you. We are a holy order. You’ll never be asked to give up your family or friends; not for our benefit. We only want you to stay pure. If they try to draw you into some distorted place, don’t listen. Your world is a thing of beauty.

Truth is not beauty. Only Beauty is real. How could it be otherwise?

Flash Fiction: Your Shoes


Your Shoes

By Bev Vincent

Music by Randy Garcia

My chest is heavy, hair brushes against my neck in an unfamiliar way, and my groin… Through the unaccustomed daze, a terrible comprehension floods my mind. I throw back the sheet to reveal a body I’m used to looking at from a different perspective.

Flash Fiction: Waiting Up for Father

Show Notes

music by Instant Ambient (a side project of The Secret Life)


Waiting Up for Father

by Greg van Eekhout

Jars line shelves like delicacies in a shop.

Hands clutch brown water.

Eyes and ears and tongues bob lazily in their containers.

Testicles lie shriveled against cold glass.

I have seen these things many times in many ways.