The Accountant’s Wife
An accountant comes home to a wife with three heads. One is usually happy to see him, and the middle head is indifferent, but he’s careful to give the last a wide berth. They dubbed that head El Diablo. It likes to spit on the accountant, recite dialogue from bad pornography, or heckle plays with […]
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 […]