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Archive for January, 2014

Best of 2013

“Best Of” pieces were chosen for their unique language, breadth of story in so few words, emotional impact, and the complex and original relationship of the titles to their stories. Up to two stories was selected from each issue of 2013. Since NS transitioned from a monthly to a quarterly, there were two monthly issues (January and February) and three quarterly issues (April, July, and October). Congratulations to all the contributors!

From January

China Doll by Madeline Mora-Summonte

The plane flamed, then crashed into the lake. Divers discover a singed china doll still strapped in a seat. It’s the only body they recover.

Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of The People We Used to Be: A Flash Fiction Collection.

Art is Hard by Chelsea Covington Maass

But collectors know rough bark beauty leads to sweet center sap:
Bore deep hole.
Fit spout tight.
Collect amber essence of ancient living creature.
Consume.

Chelsea Covington Maass is a fiction writer based in Philadelphia, where she is working on her thesis for the MFA in Creative Writing at Rosemont College. Her work has been published at HOOT. You can follow her on Twitter @chelseasfiction

From February

Sun worshiper by Lisa Nielson

The ocean is all teeth today–devouring the sand, but enraged by its compliance. Suppler days are dreamy, but we have monsters to tame.

Lisa Nielsen is studiously working on her resolution to write more and clean less.

Rock Candy by Zoe Danielle

It reminded me of her; all violent edges but translucent in a way that let me see right through. One bite and I tasted blood.

 

From April

Not You by Tori Bond
I can knit glittery skyscrapers, bake fresh new worlds, heal wounds with a tender touch, but the alchemy of my words can’t make you stay.

Tori Bond is an MFA candidate in the Creative Writing program at Rosemont College. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Extraordinary Gifts by PS Books, Flash Fiction Funny Anthology, Monkey Bicycle, Every Day Fiction, Bicycle Review, and others.

From July

Two pieces by Amanda Nicole Corbin

Lonesome Dove

From a distance, you see love: two birds flirting with the sky. But as you approach, one has field-fallen. The other was only a wing.

Black Star

There, but only in theory. Astronauts map the way I chart our conversations; with loosened pants, or Orion’s belt . . . Why can’t we find his darkened heart?

Amanda Nicole Corbin has had her short fiction published in journals such as Thrice Fiction, Superstition Review, Thin Air, The Vehicle, decomP, & others. She is happiest with snow out her window & coffee in her hand. She currently lives in Salt Lake City, but is en route to Columbus.

From October’s Quarterly

Sunset by Krystyna Fedosejevs

Navigating the sidewalks in Mumbai, we search for the western sky.
Shantytown along shoreline halts our tracks.
The setting sun will not wait for us.

Krystyna was a former librarian; now writing and publishing poetry, flash fiction and short stories. She won several poetry contests; 1 of 4 runners-up in a flash fiction competition. Krystyna lives in Edmonton, Canada; loves to travel the world and share her experiences through writing.

Grape Expectations by Beverley C. Lucey

Tomatoes climb fences on Martin Terrace.
Four grape arbors droop on Maple.
Plum trees hang in McDougal’s yard.
Squash blossoms.
On my street . . . nothing grows.

Beverly C. Lucey’s extensive fiction presence online includes ezines: Zoetrope All Story Extra, Vestal Review, Absinthe Revival, and Feathered Flounder. She was the winner of the Fiction Contest for Estonian Public Broadcasting (2013) Print anthology: Friend. Follow. Text. #storiesFromLivingOnline (fall 2013 release) “Voice Mail for the Living” will appear in the anthology Up, Do Flash Fiction by Women Writers, (spring 2014 release).

January, 2014

Four pieces by Annmarie Lockhart

Coney Island Cotton Candy

the sugar melted
sticky

on pictures of us
laughing

when the day tasted
pink

and you bled strawberry
lemonade

and the beach crawled with
jellyfish

Altar Ego

He knew I’d bail.
I got too much pride
to walk that aisle,
promise forever
with her standing there
carrying my flowers and
his baby.

Isn’t It Romantic

Rodgers and Hart
meets John Hughes
meets Mary Shelley:
I Weird Science-ed you
into being, my dreamy
Frankenstein.
They stare.
We dance.
Ella sings.

Chick Flick Cherry

They bonded over
greasy popcorn,
a schmaltzy ending,
and a toast
to the no-good dog
that started their cat fight
in the first place.

Midnight Ink by Candy Chilton

That night we ran down the beach together, the dark sand cold between our toes, the sea retreating from our footsteps . . . unreachable as the moon.

Candy Chilton lives, laughs and loves in Belgium

Opi Nail Strengthener by Ellie Fabe

So I know desire–
(the backbone it requires)
but would rather flirt a jealous razor’s edge–
than watch it dance alone
all starry fucking night.

Ellie Fabe is an artist/musician in Cincinnati whose mother would not let her wear wear nail polish because it was too trashy for little girls.

Crackle Polish by Randall Brown

She wished aloud for new nails, so I went to the hardware store. She told her friends about her new clever boyfriend. I play along.

Randall Brown teaches at Rosemont College’s MFA Program. He’s the author of the award-winning collection Mad to Live, and his work appears in The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Flash Fiction and Norton Anthology of Hint Fiction. He blogs regularly at FlashFiction.Net and is the founder of Matter Press.

2025 – Liberty Green by Kelly Shackelford

Masses huddle for the cleansing.

Liberty’s torch beaconing, Here, invaders shall hang.

Citizens chant, “Exterminate the parasites,” as Illegals tread by on Freedom’s death march.

Kelly Haas Shackelford has been many things in her short life: preacher’s daughter, a domestic violence survivor, single mom to four, first female project manager in the largest steel company in the US, cat rescuer, word wrangler, and romance enhancement specialist (aka the toy lady). She has had over 50 pieces accepted for publication in various venues such as The Speculative Edge, The Old Red Kimono, Black Petals, and Every Day Poets. Currently, she is working on various writing projects between taking care of her 10 full time rescue cats and taming a feral colony.

Two pieces by B. Lee Draper

Moody Sky
Impatiently she checked the time. Again. Why was she waiting? She deserved better. Nodding, she rose to leave. Then he was there, smiling. She sat.

Mermaid Green
Long hair floated in the foam. Lithe scaled arms clawed the sand. The fisherman stared at his catch. Sea eyes into sky ones. Mermaid dinner?

B. Lee Draper lives in northern Australia and wrangles words as a hobby.

Four pieces by L.M. Leffew

First Love

Miles and decades from this place, she will tongue the open mouth of her soda bottle, remember a girl who tastes of summer-warm cherry cola.

Deadly Plum

Sweet and cold, the office faux pas. Until someone tires of missing snacks. Syringe of ipecac, delicious plums, and the ice box thief is outed.

Using My Maiden Name

It’s been 20 years since she’s scrawled this signature. She adds an extra flourish to the “y’s” tail and hands the decree to the clerk.

Golden Fantasy

They fit together well. Snug like puzzle pieces. He whispers a wish in her ear. She gapes, grins. “Here I thought handcuffs’d be too much….”

L. M. Leffew scribbles stories, novels, novellas, plays, blog entries and the occasional piece of poetry. Some she’s published. Some have been relegated to the morgue file. You can read all about it at her blog: chaoticallyyours.blogspot.com

Two pieces by Jeff Switt

Black Pearl

Countless neuroses were her bling, strung with knots of despair, worn in fear that they would scatter across the floor leaving her naked and normal.

Dying Embers

They sat on the morning porch in adjudicated silence, separated by two chairs and 43 years of “if onlys” and “what ifs.”

But mostly silence.

Jeff Switt is a retired advertising agency guy who loves writing flash fiction—some days to curb his angst, other days to fuel it. His words have been featured at Dogzplot, Boston Literary Review, Flash Fiction World, Nailpolish Stories, Shotgun Honey, and have appeared at lots of places that take whatever you send in.

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