Flash Fiction

The Huldufolk by Liz Kay

You had spent most of your years gazing at the moon like a thick haired child on a Christmas advert but the orange plane to Reykjavik would do instead. That had been on my [...]

May 17, 2017

Lightwood by Steph Post

There was no one to greet Judah Cannon when he got out of Starke, so he just started walking. The sky was gray, the air stagnant, the thick Florida heat already oppressive [...]

May 1, 2017