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I have three mircos up at @wigleaf.bsky.social, which is a thrill. Check them out here: wigleaf.com

Great piece of flash—I love this. 💙 “There’s a russet potato with a dozen eyes wearing a paper hat on fryer duty, crisping up his unluckier comrades.”

Thank you @bruisermag.com 🐻🐻🐻

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Little piece in the amazing new issue of Ghost Parachute.

I'm in the flood! It's an honor to make it into the flood this year with maybe my weirdest story yet. #nffd2026

Three bears busted down the cabin door and challenged me on the spot. Big guys. Claws and teeth. It wasn’t easy but I beat all three of them. Three prose poems by @jeffreyhermann.bsky.social www.bruisermag.com/Hermann_Poems2

Read "I Quit My Regular Job and Went to Work for the Honeybees" written by @jeffreyhermann.bsky.social and illustrated by @amymarques.bsky.social. "... a death would stop them. Was something missing? Was my nature so different? The honeybees did not understand my question." tinyurl.com/2uabv7sr .

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This micro is great (grate?) ⭐

It was hard work. A lot of building and storing, cleaning and repairing. But I labored and felt glad for it. Task after task, day after day, with sleep as a reward. Me and the bees. But eventually som...

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FlashFlood: 'At the Drive Thru' by Chelsea Stickle #nffd2026

A chicken takes my order. Clucks as she hunts and pecks the right keys. Bock-bock-bock. She mentions there’s a deal on chicken nuggets, but I pass. At the window, I can’t stop staring at her gorgeous white feathers, each tipped with a line of black. She looks fluffy and fine as she pecks the paper money from my hands then the coins. Her firm, horn-like beak grazing the soft meat of my palm. I thank her. Another chicken with a huge pompadour uses her beak to close a twenty-piece box of nuggets. At the stovetop there’s a Highland cow with long brown hair bunched into a hairnet, flipping cheeseburgers and blowing the bangs out of her eyes. She moos that her patties are one minute out. There’s a russet potato with a dozen eyes wearing a paper hat on fryer duty, crisping up his unluckier comrades. The window chicken passes me my meal without passing judgement. On the road, I scarf my cheeseburger. When I get down to the rind, I bite into the webbing of my hand between my thumb and forefinger. I don’t notice until two bites in. All I taste are calories. --- Chelsea Stickle is the author of the flash fiction chapbooks Everything’s Changing (Thirty West Publishing, 2023) and Breaking Points (Black Lawrence Press, 2021). Learn more at chelseastickle.com.

National Flash Fiction Day

Check out this perfect little gem by @addisonzeller.bsky.social. "My owners feed me rich mush with no irritating spices. I get to lap clear water out of my calming blue bowl. I was not always a dog. I was once an unconventional cop with a Polish surname."

Reading this thread probably qualifies as an MFA in writing.

Thanks to the fantastic journal Ghost Paracute for choosing this piece, and to @amymarques.bsky.social for making the accompanying image--it's beautiful. (She also has a story in the issue, which is also beautiful.) ghostparachute.com/issue/may-20...

i love this 300 word story by Kate Catinella ! it's about a girl that goes on a date with a guy who piles his plate with shredded parmesan what a good ending ! the role reversal in 300 words is impressive & memorable & thoughtful - read this pronto xraylitmag.com/cheese-drawe...

There’s about seven inches of grated parmesan piled onto a side plate. The waiter said Say when, and the guy never said when. Just watched the waiter shave more and more of the block until finally the...

It's fine if your first draft is terrible. The first draft is just a seed. It doesn't look anything like the plant. You pour time over it and it grows.