Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

in my neighborhood

Posted on January 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

I asked the future why it was not as good as it used to be. It said it could see the diacritical marks on my words when I spoke. I said: I saw one of Dali’s giraffes eat Magritte’s green … Continue reading →

with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

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her fink hairpiece

Posted on January 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading →

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glug glug glug

Posted on January 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Quandaries of the Dog Star There were calumnies to dispense with, and cathesix to undertake. She was delirious and desirous of delectations. The obdurate hitman was hitting the hair of the dog bequeathed to Sirius. My canines were shredding my … Continue reading →

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the scorpion grass

Posted on January 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Amphora Gaze I ask you to forget me in the wane of noon—I immediately regret it.The dusty sills; the empty glasses; the half-stuttered graces. I look for us in the scorpion grass by the haunted sculpture garden.Darkness obtrudes our daylight … Continue reading →

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6 cuban sandwiches

Posted on January 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Trip (Postmortem) 1 dumb decision to travel during a plague surge 2 weeks away from home 3 potential covid exposures / close calls in ten days 4 Cuban coffees daily 5 torrential downpours in 3,387 miles 6 Cuban sandwiches … Continue reading →

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the upcoming struggle

Posted on January 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

01/01/2022 Awake in a daze. So much to look forward to at once, then you must deconstruct it into 365 pieces and concern yourself with just this one here. It’s usually colder than most other days. Earnestness is often overdone, … Continue reading →

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good vibe-osity

Posted on December 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Grand Idea Well, it didn’t snow in the south on Christmas, and certainly not in Maria’s home town by the sea. Now, the only thing Maria wanted for Christmas was a plague doctor’s mask—with a bonafide beak protuberance for … Continue reading →

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best we can

Posted on December 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Underlying Conditions Maria awoke with a fitful start. She palmed her phone and furiously tapped an email to the reindeer: Dear ‘Deer, Stay home this year. Santa has underlying conditions: a 35 BMI, high blood pressure, a touch of asthma, … Continue reading →

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fate was fatal

Posted on December 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press the play button above to watch my short film: doppelgänger (2:24). Our Minute I am the keeper of the Doomsday Clock. I know what will happen to us. I know how the world ends, but I don’t tell you. … Continue reading →

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