Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

anthropogenic extinction event

Posted on June 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait Until She arrived in the southern city in the evening. Strange—she thought—that such a pleasant breeze off the bay should be laden with such uncomfortable humidity. The humidity was all enveloping. She especially disliked the hot sebaceous feeling she … Continue reading →

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finally had substance

Posted on June 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Payoff Her wanderlust got the best of her again, and again—she was off. This time in search of her grand existential payoff in the lands of the south—the north had only yielded infrared oceans, tidal pools, and sea urchins … Continue reading →

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file a writ

Posted on May 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Speak! Call for a Restart The cerulean welkin rang in the plenary session of geraniums (about to feast on saltimboca) to session as the ether-tinged clouds parted. Dutch masters buggered their tulip clippings before the opening of the futures market, … Continue reading →

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a good waitron

Posted on May 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Waiting Room Sitting in the radiology waiting room—double masked— with a handful of others assiduously avoiding eye contact. Staring into their phone screens, another mumbling through her mask something from the grocery list … make sure you don’t forget … … Continue reading →

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bloody streams incarnate

Posted on May 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Glass Eater’s Advice Agh. Agh! Don’t talk to me about bloody urine, son! There were days when I’d drink ground glass shakes and piss blood clots all day. I’d pee bloody streams incarnate! So go away with your complaints … Continue reading →

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life just saying

Posted on May 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Flea Tamer’s Lament It’s not the life of a flea tamer or flea circus operator that I strived for—but it’ll do for now. I look down on the swaying treetops—instead I see a roiling ocean—the wind hypnotic. A central air … Continue reading →

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need an exorcism

Posted on May 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

31 Pieces of the Auto-Sedition Quilt (excerpt) These were the first words Garcilazo spoke when Maria finished drilling the hole in his head:  This is plundergraphia. This is Flarf. This is Newlipo. This borders on Google-sculpting. Remove me from myself … Continue reading →

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are wandering rogues

Posted on May 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

No Longer Required Hortensio awoke and his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was tracing … Continue reading →

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baby gongas always

Posted on May 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

Watch Your Broccoli Sprouts Proficient in “metaphoricals,” but lacking in “metonymicals,” it was decided he had some finesse for the “synecdochicals.” It mattered to no one on the staff that they were bastardizing the terms in this official report they … Continue reading →

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dry tongue mouth (redux)

Posted on May 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

You Cannot Be Anything If You Want To Be Everything In her dream she was at a garish fairground carnival under a cloudless dayglo blue sky. She was separated from her parents. She panicked. She was lost in this strange … Continue reading →

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