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 […]
Latent Heat
There’s something dripping on the floor. I watch the drops as they begin to pool, red. I look at my left hand, at the soft fruit I’m holding, lift it to my mouth and suck at the sweetness. There’s a woman walking towards me, walking fast and purposefully towards me, coming close to me, too […]
One for Sorrow
The first time I saw Mark raise his right hand, I winced. Salutes meant one thing in my experience and after being married to a military man for half my life, they made me want to run a mile. Given the circumstances, that was ironic. On second thoughts, perhaps he was just waving at someone […]
Pumpkin
The husk of the pumpkin sat atop the wooden table. Its tendril-like innards hung over the edge with several clumps having fallen to the floor. Hunched over the bulbous fruit was a slip of a man. With a carving knife in hand, he cut deep lines like a butcher dressing a carcass. The lines and […]