Results for tag: Flash Fiction
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October 13, 2023

I wrack my brain for ways of describing this pain but nothing original comes to mind.

July 21, 2023

After everyone has passed it around, Tharani wraps it in a tissue and tucks it into her polar-fleece pocket.

May 26, 2023

Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.

May 1, 2023

So much of art is speaking, but art can only be made by listening to the world around us, forming our own distinctive definitions of that world in tandem with what we learn and who we choose to look for.

May 1, 2023

The most important love we have will always be for ourselves and our lives. It is only from this lodestar, our own definition and practice of love, that we can turn love back out into the world and towards our people.

April 28, 2023

She looked up at the high walls. There were some things even they couldn’t keep out.

April 21, 2023

Two days later I asked her if she would love me no matter what before I told her the truth.

January 27, 2023

The panic and hunger that will rise in you when you see another of your kind, even though together you unlock a different loneliness in your contained camaraderie.

December 21, 2022

I want to live inside it though: pale birds and fragile light and a novel kind of solitude.

December 21, 2022

She had a dream the night before about catching a pig, which her father used to tell her was a prelude for great fortune.

December 19, 2022

That’s one thing I’ll say about the aliens: they really appreciate a good bowl of ramen.

November 11, 2022

I imagined we might pitch over the edge of the mountain.

May 20, 2022

I had vowed to be different, but I wasn’t able to escape servitude, even eight thousand miles away in New York.

March 11, 2022

We—our family—had so little to give each other; maybe we needed to look elsewhere.

November 19, 2021
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As I inhaled the sharpness I thought about how much I loved her, and I thought about all the things I would do to prove it.

November 5, 2021

Wei forgot that he’d given up these aspirations, but he knew they were still possible for her.

October 8, 2021

She remembers the rituals she had imbued with her own significance: how her ex used to bring her a single flower after every exam, and how she’d watch it wilt on her desk as she studied for the next.

August 27, 2021

When she opened her door the lived-in smell burst out like gases from a can: fish sauce and charred meat, mildew and a stronger concentration of the musk he had noticed when he got close enough to her body.

July 16, 2021

I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.

June 4, 2021

I never understood the concept of wearing an outfit only once, by which I mean I’ve never thought about my own wedding.

May 7, 2021

That sweet aroma—one so acquainted with Jabril—was hanging brightly like a piece of the moon within this incantation.

March 26, 2021

Your mother always told you stories as she oiled your hair: of her youth, legends and fables, immigration, your father’s business ventures.

March 12, 2021

Like if we shared any of the same interests I could tell him how I recently learned that Kubrick in his younger days used to wander around New York City and play chess in parks

February 26, 2021

“Scared, Starlight?” my big brother said smiling at me as we’d strapped our harnesses into place. “Don’t be.”

February 12, 2021

It is 10:40 a.m., I stare up at the ceiling, a collection of imprints. I am trying to count how many animals I can see sheeted above my head in all four corners.

January 15, 2021

One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.

December 18, 2020

They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?

November 20, 2020

In the shelter of our happiness, his shell shone brighter and brighter until one day, it split open and crumbled into dust to reveal a baby, golden skinned and blinking up at me.

November 6, 2020

Sometimes she grew so nervous that she had to sit in her room for hours until her hands stopped trembling. She wondered if her daughters ever thought about her.

October 9, 2020

She should moisturize more often, drink at least three liters of hot water with lemon each day, and wear silicon sheet masks to bed to hide the stigmata of a woman who was everything.

September 25, 2020

And though I knew it was someone’s son, I unburied the rooster in the dark and kick-started a fire and roasted it on a spit, my fingers lamping with grease.

September 11, 2020

The sunflowers fall, right along with their mason jar, in the middle of the night. Their heads too gloriously full of early July. How they seem to know everything, except the virus.

August 28, 2020

He collected the past in amber, often describing war memorials as beautiful. He called himself a gardener.

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