William lived alone; everyone he loved was gone. That’s what happens when you make it to ninety-seven. As snow fell on Christmas Eve, he woke with a start. The love of his life, Eleanor, stood before him. So did the rest of his family. William smiled, the world turning white.
“When did he get here?” the taller of the two men asked, pulling a hefty book off the shelf. “A few minutes ago.” “How’d he go?” “Plane, small-engine.” “Shit. All alone?” The shorter man nodded. “Yep.” “The fool — he’s early. Look.” He pointed at Gregory Donahue, D.O.D. — May 28th, 2064.
At long last, I’m excited to announce the launch of Friday Fix Fiction, a standalone, online literary journal devoted to fifty-word microfiction. If you enjoyed reading or writing for The Friday Fix over on Medium, I hope you’ll consider taking a look at the new publication. The overall concept is the same, but the model is a bit different.Continue reading “Friday Fix Fiction: The Next Chapter Begins”
Davey wandered barefoot along the abandoned railroad tracks behind his family’s trailer — almost stepped on a busted bottle of Jack. He walked until he stumbled upon an old, engraved sign in the woods: On August 17th, 1819, in this exact location, nothing happened. Davey snorted — almost laughed — then headed home.
The battle-hardened men of the past gaze at us in silent contemplation through clouds of cigarette smoke. The lines on their faces are like medals of honor — wrinkled badges of courage. I run a hand across my own, feeling the smooth surface, and wonder if I’d have it in me.
Good news! On December 6th, my short story “Charlie” was published by Emerge Literary Journal in their sixteenth issue. I am grateful to have been included with so many other excellent writers. “Charlie” originated from a Writer’s Digest photo prompt. I never ended up submitting my story to the magazine (missed the deadline, oops), butContinue reading ““Charlie” has been published by Emerge Literary Journal”
Purgatory was different for everyone. When John entered, he was thrust back into his old world, forced to live out his new life firmly rooted in the ground. See — John became a tree. As he aged, he understood tranquility. He became home to animals and insects alike. He still stands.
Microfiction readers: Are you constantly on the go? Do you enjoy snack-sized stories? If you answered “Yes” to either question, it sounds like you might enjoy subscribing to Micro 2 Go. Here’s what you’ll receive if you decide to sign up: Original microfiction delivered twice a week to your inbox. Expect to see stories Monday/Friday mornings.Continue reading “Micro 2 Go”
Tre rapped about his life. Paul plucked guitar strings, telling a different version of the same tale. After the open mic closed for the night, Tre and Paul swapped stories at the bar, connecting over their shared fates: both orphans, both dropouts, both directionless until they found meaning through music.
I have some exciting news! “The World is Ending and I Forgot My Grocery List” was published earlier today by Free Flash Fiction. I’m incredibly excited that this dark, quirky story has a home. If you have two minutes, please give it a read and let me know what you think! All the best, Justin