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  1. Eight Tiny Stories, Translated From the Emoji

    James Hannaham and John W. Bateman play a game: one of them texts five random emoji to the other, and the recipient then creates a micro-story. Read some of their collaborations at Electric Literature

    Fiction
  2. One Day Music Came

    “There was something in the tones, between the tones that made the world seem like a better place, the sky a bit bluer, the problems lighter to carry.” The writer and illustrator at Fictionspawn Monsters tells a tale in which music brings hope and joy.

    Fiction
  3. Microfiction Monday: 63rd Edition

    Among this collection at Microfiction Monday Magazine, a snippet of micro fiction by Digby Beaumont: “He loses things: A pair of paisley socks, computer files, his job at Panasonic, the desire to sing the old songs, his trust in the goodness of others.”

    Fiction
  4. The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Seen

    “They both came in close, singing into each other’s invisible microphones. Then, they spread their arms wide as the last verse died, their pot bellies kissing for the first and last time.” Writer Benjamin Davis and artist Nikita Klimov share a story, set some years ago in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

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    Art by Nikita Klimov
  5. After The Fall

    “We’re lucky. Those who face outwards have a permanent reminder of the desolation beyond the city and get regular jumpers past their balconies. People don’t jump on our side.” Dive into dystopian flash fiction from Ben at Just Punch the Clock.

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  6. A Terrible Day And A Tree

    “I’d rather not say how I came to know about Marcus’ terrible day or why I can detail the unsavory events that stuffed themselves inside of it.” The tale of Marcus’s terrible day is 100% fantastic and 100% true . . . or so this story’s narrator would have us believe.

    Fiction
  7. A girl’s story

    “But the boy had not been able to stop giving away the pieces of his heart, you see. And he had run out. There were none left to share with the girl.” A sad (and true) tale of depression, adultery, and divorce, made all the more moving for its simple storytelling style.

    Mental Health
  8. Shoot That Frog: A Christmas Comeuppance

    “‘He’s coming down the chimney soon,’ Father grumbled, his hand caressing the barrel of the Frog Shooter on his lap.” At waltbox, Walt Walker writes a fictional account of a comedically dysfunctional family Christmas.

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    Photo by Global Panorama
  9. Poured Out

    “It was his first day on his new job. He wasn’t very good at it.” In this short story, the main and only character’s easy job turns out not to be as slam-dunk as he expects it to be.

    Fiction
  10. The City Born Great

    “The City Born Great” is a short story from Hugo Award winner N.K. Jemisin: “I live the city. It thrives and it is mine. I am its worthy avatar, and together? We will never be afraid again.”

    Fiction
    Photo by Jules Antonio CCBY SA 2.0
  11. Perseids

    “Those who are unable to believe in the old ways go south, where life loses this rawness.” In the Tin House archives, writer Emma Cline publishes flash fiction, “Perseids,” set in Tasiilaq, Greenland.

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  12. The Perfect Stranger

    “That was that, a beautiful boy passing in and out of my consciousness. A rare solar event, spectacular to witness but never to be glimpsed again in this lifetime.” When you never actually meet, a perfect stranger always remains perfect.

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    people in a hurry, on the london underground
  13. The Wonder by Emma Donoghue

    The Wonder is a short story by Emma Donoghue — author of Room — which was shortlisted for the 2010 Man Booker Prize.

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    Photo by Aussie~mobs CCBY 2.0
  14. Role Play

    “Your eyelids dissolve. There’s a tingling as they go.” Naomi Frisby’s short story, “Role Play,” is shortlisted for the The White Review Short Story Prize 2016.

    Fiction
  15. What I Am Without: A Sonnet

    A lonely computer muses on love and existence: “You might think that, when Linus leaves the room to answer a knock at the door or to pour another cup of coffee, we, the machines, talk amongst ourselves. You might imagine that we spring into life and caper, laughing, about the room, as inanimate objects do in a cartoon.”

    Fiction