He waits in the summer-thunder, in the tremble and quake, the ecstatic eruption of rain, in the wetting and staining of dirt and roads.
God Waits in the Thunder by Lee Huttner
Category: Flash
An archive of all of the flash creative nonfiction / flash CNF we’ve published over the years. Our flash category is specifically for pieces up to 800 words.
Sounds by Rita Ciresi
Niantic, Willimantic. Pattagansett, Hammonasset. Naugatuck, Saugatuck, Aspetuck. Shetucket…. I am seven years old. Our second grade teacher makes us memorize the Connecticut rivers.
On Top of His Double Bed in Fes, Morocco by Kendell Newman Sadiik
It is so humid-hot that we’ve made a game of not touching each other…
Body Economy by Audrey Granger Perry
The dressing room is full of smoke, half-naked girls, and overly sweet smells of cotton-candy confections and temptation.
Eastern Parkway by Ed Doerr
For a while after it happened, I would snap awake at night, clawing my stomach to staunch the blood I had dreamed was spurting out of me.
Forever Blonde by Brenna Womer
We were together for a summer, the first one he’d ever spent away from his two little girls who were downstate with their mother…
Anticipation by Geoff Watkinson
A young woman sits up in bed. She’s 25-years-old, 5’1”, tan, sericeous blonde hair—brown at the roots. You’re 25-years-old, too, both naked.
Smoking or Non by Eben S. Schwartz
… I am stranded in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. The system of highways and buses that brought me here has shut down after a storm draped everything in an inch of snow.
You Look Like Your Daddy by Anjali Enjeti
The metal bars on the merry-go-round heat like curling irons. I sit criss-crossed at its center, the pupil of an eye.
Wandering by Deb Hemley
..he told me about an upcoming exhibit of Ansel Adam’s photographs. “If you’ve never seen them in person,” he said, “ you should come. It’ll be fun.”
