Standalone fiction
Flash & stories. Small wounds. Lasting scars.
Flash
The Hour No One Watches
by Nadia Okonkwo
There is a stretch of night that belongs to neither shift, and it comes for you in the waiting room.
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Fiction
The Orchard Keeps Its Dead
by Mara Vell
Every apple my grandmother sold had a name, and every name belonged to someone the town had stopped asking about.
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Flash
Hospice Hours
by Nadia Okonkwo
At 3 a.m. the machines hum hymns no one taught them.
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