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October 17, 2025
Flash Fiction L Christopher Hennessy

The Moon Is A Wanderer Too

The rain came down like broken glass and the city was a wound, bleeding light and exhaust and the smell of food frying in oil that’s been used too many times. I was walking nowhere, which is the only place I ever go, and the streets were full of saints and…
October 17, 2025
Mystery Stories Brittany Szekely

The House On Wren Street

Notes: A mother rebuilding her life after domestic violence uncovers a chilling secret in her new home Isla didn’t notice the house was watching her until the second week. At first, it was just creaks in the floorboards, the way the hallway light flickered…
October 17, 2025
Flash Fiction L Christopher Hennessy

Pee Girl Gets The Milk

He met her on a Tuesday, the kind of Tuesday that feels like a leftover Monday, stale and gray and hungover from the weekend’s sins. Her name was Lita, or maybe Rita, or maybe she just said that to keep things simple. She had a cigarette halo, a ring of smoke…
October 17, 2025
General Stories Matias Travieso-Diaz

Lie To Me More

La vida es una mentira; Miénteme más,Que me hace tu maldad feliz.(Life is a lie; Lie to me more,For your wickedness makes me happy.)Armando Domínguez Borras, “Miénteme” (bolero) Out of a habit ingrained over fifty-odd years of hard work, Timmy McFarlane got up…
October 17, 2025
Flash Fiction Syed Hassan Askari

The Unseen Listener Of Moscow

It was 11:55 p.m. when he stepped out of Moscow’s Lefortovo Metro Station. His whole body ached; his legs trembled. His eyes were sleepy. He felt surrounded by unknown souls, all in a hurry to reach their destinations. He looked at the disappearing faces for a…
October 17, 2025
General Stories L Christopher Hennessy

Rearranging The Brain Furniture

She called herself Lark, though her name was probably something dull like Emily or Claire. She was nineteen, maybe twenty, with a face that looked like it had been drawn in charcoal, smudged eyes, a mouth that never quite closed, and hair that hung like wet…
October 17, 2025
Flash Fiction L Christopher Hennessy

FCAWF

She called herself Moth and said she liked the way they flew into flames without flinching. Her real name was Emily, but that was buried under layers of eyeliner, cigarette burns, and a voice that could cut glass. She was thirty, somewhat immature, vindictive…
October 17, 2025
Science Fiction Stories Kashif Imdad

Femtoria

In a dystopian future, the world had transformed into a society that was unrecognisable to those who had lived in the previous century. The nation of Femtoria stood as a beacon of prosperity, A female supremacist regime, had risen to power, enforcing a strict…
September 27, 2025
Flash Fiction Syed Hassan Askari

Half an Hour to Fourteen

Last night she lay on her bed with a curly-haired doll close to her chest. She was looking at the clock hanging over the door. Only half an hour was left —her life’s digit would turn from thirteen to fourteen, a change that felt like a heavy blow to the…
September 27, 2025
Romance Stories Nelly Shulman

Till We Meet Again

“Would you like more coffee?”The server in the orange apron lowered the pot, but Cath muttered, “No, thank you.”Her voice trembled, and the server busied herself with the next table. Outside the window, fog enveloped Waterloo Bridge. The morning was quiet,…
September 23, 2025
Flash Fiction Leroy B. Vaughn

Another Farewell To Arms Reunion

We were sitting in a little café in Wickenburg Arizona eating lunch when my wife looked at me and said, “I can’t believe you’re actually going to this reunion after you told all of your buddies that there was not a chance in hell that you would go.” “I know…
September 23, 2025
General Stories William Kitcher

A Political Solution

The Rt. Honorable Leader/Head of Council/First Governor/Chief Minister/Premier/President/Chancellor/First Minister/Party Secretary-General entered his office, and looked out the open window. It was a beautiful sunny cool day, and the cherry blossoms shone in…

Whizbang the magnificent, he had added 'the magnificent' himself, had finally done it. After years of searching and studying he had discovered a spell that would transform him into the most powerful wizard that ever existed.

Now Whizbang was not, at present, a great wizard. He had some control over weather, and he was quite adept at handling lightning, but he dreamed of being WHIZBANG THE ALL-POWERFUL! He already had business cards printed, with bold lettering.

Yet it seemed, after years of searching through dusty old tomes, he had done it. It was surprisingly simple; the spell, found under the listing of 'Spell to become all-powerful', consisted of only three magic words and a lot of energy. The energy Whizbang could provide by using lightning. The three magic words he had committed to memory, 'flauff' which would force the energy to obey Whizbang, 'eebun', which would transform Whizbang’s mortal body into an all-powerful form, and finally 'nee', which would bind the spell forever. Whizbang was careful with the magic words; it would be dangerous to use them too soon.

One day, and not a day too soon, Whizbang felt he was ready. He stepped outside his humble cottage and called the storm. The skies darkened, black clouds rolling in to cover the sun. The wind began to swirl, thunder began booming loudly enough to nearly deafen Whizbang. Lightning flashed from cloud to cloud, but Whizbang held the lightning at bay until such time as he would need it.

He confidently stepped into a carefully drawn pentagram on the ground and waited for the lightning to build a bit longer. Rain began to fall sideways blown by the swirling vortex of wind. The sky was as dark as midnight, lit sporadically by the ever brighter flashes of lighting.

Whizbang raised his hand to the sky and called the first magic word....."FLAUFF!" The rain ceased immediately. Whizbang grinned and called the second magic word....."EEBUN!" The wind stopped as though it had hit a wall. Whizbang now called down the lightning. As the powerful bolt hit his hand, he called the last magic word to seal the spell....."NEE!"

Whizbang was illuminated by the bright bolt of lightning and he could feel the transformation beginning. Again Whizbang called the three powerful words....."FLAUFF!  EEBUN!  NEE!"

The flash from the lightning was seen from three kingdoms away. The clouds rolled swiftly away and a beam of sunlight illuminated the pentagram.

There, sitting in the center of the pentagram, was a small, pink, fluffy bunny.

The bunny twitched its nose twice and then spoke in Whizbang's voice......."Damn!"

Some wizards have a very twisted sense of humor.

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I have been writing in one form or another for over 40 years. I grew up in a small town with few distractions for teenagers and I turned to reading and then writing. I write mostly poetry and short fiction.

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