Pitch wiped the honey off his hands with a dirty rag and gazed around Hell. He sighed. Was his shift over yet?
THE GIFT by Ross Clement

One day I noticed I’d stopped breathing. No gasping or choking or anything like that. I tried taking a deep breath; I mean you have to breathe don’t you? But it felt kinda wrong so I never bothered doing it again.
BONSAI MEMORIES by Alex Rezdan

Like a small flower that blooms between the cracks of a prison floor, my blossoming came in the most unlikely of places.
THE FUGWHEEL OF FLOENESS by Nidhi Singh

“My, my, what have we here,” Alice exclaimed, squinting at it.
TWO 100-WORD FLASH PIECES by L. Michelle Corp

One Hell of a Woman / The Photographer
A TWIST OF FATE by Elizabeth Robyn Stanton

The sun’s rays tangoed over a luminous sea to create a palate of aqua-greens by day and deep cobalt blue at dusk. White, bubbly froth settled on the sandy shore, tickling Rory Mullins’s toes like the head on a Guinness tickled his lips.