The Taste of Copper Pennies by Tim Collyer Flash Fiction Tim Collyer is the 2nd place winner of Streetlight’s 2025 Flash Fiction Contest Career Day smells of bleach and gravy. Wrong and familiar at […]

Night, Night Sleepy Heathen by Erika Raskin So, pretty much every old saw about old age is 100% true. There’s crepitus (the medical onomatopoeia-ous description of creaky joints), and the i […]

A Special Place in Hell by Christine Wilcox Christine Wilcox is the 1st place winner of Streetlight’s 2025 Flash Fiction Contest “I’m not doubting you,” the Angel said to the Demon. “But wh […]

The Wrong Turn On My Career Path, From Which I'm Still Recovering A Quarter Century Later by Erika Raskin Years ago, before I decided to bite the bullet and embrace the soul crushing rejection that often goes with Being A Writer, I decided to try my hand […]

The Wedding Dress by Trudy Hale Weddings create their own weather. I had no idea. I did not have a big wedding myself. It was spontaneous and the only white article of clothing I had […]

The Secret Garden by Irina Moga I am back in Seoul after a fourteen-hour flight, fresh off the airport shuttle and into the city center, at the Nine Tree Hotel check-in desk. It’s a […]

It’s Fall (ish) And The Flash Fiction Results Are In! by Erika Raskin and Mary Esselman   The school bus is squeaking past again, there’s a pumpkin/watermelon cage match in the produce aisle and — most critically — the annual influx […]

What Do Dogs Do All Day? by Erika Raskin   Trixie Dougan Bijou Bellman was my mom’s dachshound when she was a kid. Though extremely short, Trixie had a rich and independent life. She […]

We All Have Our Problems E. H. Jacobs   You and your wife are sitting in your therapist’s waiting room. You look at the door, paranoid that someone you know will come in and you’ll atte […]

To See the Universe in Cinderblock by Alex Joyner With all due respect, Mr. William Carlos Williams, it’s not the red wheelbarrow on which so much depends. It’s the cinder block car was […]

HWY 20 at 30 Bottles a Minute by M. R. Whitt   I’d thank the heavens my shift is over but I can’t think straight long enough to do it. I don’t even remember pulling past the gates of the […]

Talk To Strangers by Bree Luck Two years ago, in the pocket of time between Thanksgiving and the onslaught of holiday chaos, I spent a week with my grandmother, Mimi, at her home on […]

Mulioo Tebe by Clare Rolens In June of 2007, I watched the movie Once with you. We’d rented the DVD from Blockbuster, the way people did then. We were twenty-one, so dinner m […]

Don't Arrive Before You Get There by Deborah M. Prum My writing mantra used to be, Fine is good enough. I made sure whatever I sent out was the best it could be. However, I worked fulltime and was the […]

On Writing A Condolence Letter by Trudy Hale I find it hard to write a condolence letter, not a note, but a letter. And three condolence letters wait for me. They sit like black crows on a fence, […]

The Spirit Room by Claire Massey The spirit room is cold, not morgue-cold but goosebump chilly from October on. Maddie zips her hoodie and pulls the under-desk heater dangerously […]

Ars Poetica by Trudy Hale The forsythia outside my window has given up the brilliant citrus yellow and is fading back to the sticky green leaves. I am trying to hold a dull […]

The Art of the Dealer by Eric Lande After lunch, Donald’s art dealer, Regina Slabokoff, entered his office in a state of agitated grace. Donald’s office had a style—a Mojo s […]

Hard Water by S. E. Wilson   The appointment was made for five-thirty so my wife Polly and I could both be there.  She worked in an office in town and I was working from h […]

Father's Day in Bujumbura by Alex Joyner She said she knew that it was Father’s Day in the U.S. and she began to tell me a story from the back seat as we bounced down rough dirt roads on t […]