AN INTERVIEW WITH…Mark Anthony Smith
Fiction Kitchen Berlin is more than just a reservoir of beautiful flash fiction. We want to get to know the people behind the great work that comes our way, those pieces that make it on our menu. Today we are opening the Kitchen to Mark Anthony Smith, who hails from Hull, UK. Mark’s work, Roundabouts, […]
Viral Spiral
As the virus spread, the animals retreated into the underground lair and planned a counter-revolution. Hidden away from all the humans and their wasted ambitions and abandoned hope, there’s a lizard in charge and he is getting his information from a squirrel who was injured in a previous conflict. The lizard, who regards the squirrel […]
Beasts
The kids in the street were feral. They broke windows, slashed car tyres, lobbed bricks at pigeons. They persecuted strangers too, anyone who looked or sounded different. Richard, a Londoner, was targeted from the day he moved in. Obscene graffiti appeared on his door, long scratches on his car. Richard lectured the kids from his […]
Engineering Psychology
Finally, after weeks of toil, fitful with setbacks and hang-ups, she hits her stride and is on her way to prototyping technology capable of inducing subjective time dilation. To improve her chances of keeping up the hard-won progress, she decides it necessary to guard against a distraction she has yet to master, the one that […]
SUBMIT TO FICTION KITCHEN BERLIN!
Submit today, submit tomorrow – but whatever you do, just submit! Since launching ‘Flash in the Pan’ over six months ago, we have received a wealth of flash fiction stories from Berlin and across the world. And although we have hosted many of these new voices, we are incredibly hungry for more! The Fiction Kitchen […]
Drip, Drip, Drip
Nobody would believe me about the drain. About how I got sucked right in with the bathwater, swirling down, down, down the slimy pipe until I landed in shallow sludge. How my eyes adjusted to the dank chamber where rats writhed in the corners between chinks in crumbling stone. Then the voice that drip, drip, […]
Visibility
In 1979 I vanished. I mean I was invisible, or nearly so. That’s what I believed anyway. I wasn’t shaken by the idea, but neither was I comfortable with it. I didn’t think it would last forever, but I was cautious and didn’t do the normal invisible things, like playing dirty pranks on my enemies, […]
The Ball Bobs Back
A smoky dusk sets in. Ashen fog rises from the depths, copulates with the delicate orange light and births a rare red mist. Dribbling a soccer ball close to the ledge, the halfback bobs his ball towards the mist but never sees it return. The boy turns when his grandma calls him from the porch […]