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Guernica/PEN Flash Series

The series is a collaborative effort in which both journals publish the best flash out there. Join the mailing list and receive flash by email—no spam or news, just stories.

February 4, 16

Instead of looking at his face, she looked outside. It was raining, what looked like yellow rain on a darker yellow sidewalk. I'm getting married again, he said. We're going to move to Florida. Read More  »

January 28, 16

There's a story told of my voice that says it was bought from a witch, the result of an occult surgery. I am said to treat it nightly with arcane oils and ointments, my real voice in a box on the witch's mantel. Read More  »

January 15, 16

My mother held him back by his coattails. "Stay where you are," she whispered into his ear, "the last thing we need is to feel like we're not even free in the house of the Lord!" Read More  »

December 4, 15

The first night at our house dressed in red like that, with her long black hair, with her shining black eyes, though one was bruised, I thought she’d start dancing a dance of fire and every movement of her bony pelvis would spread the gleaming tail...Read More  »

November 19, 15

I still dream about those women, you know, but they are faceless. They come to me shrouded, reaching, their hands and fingers searching for mine, wanting to touch my nails, my fingers, my callous hands, and wrap themselves around my flesh: we are...Read More  »

October 30, 15

He wanted to die in American pants, he chose what to him was an American brand, he wanted to die in Diesel jeans. Read More  »

October 9, 15

Despite his best efforts, the Author’s name began to slide down off the top of the book’s cover where it had been printed. The Author’s self-confidence had died long ago, but his name was determined to hang on to the spot where he belonged with all...Read More  »

September 25, 15

Yesterday the mother stood in court and explained that she had forgiven her son. No sooner were the wounds healed that he had dealt her, than she was setting off to her son’s prison bringing preserves and other delicacies she had forgone. Read More  »

September 11, 15

Theoretically, Elisa was able to reach her orgasm at the same time as Elías without the slightest effort. In practice, it was more common for them to find themselves tied up in knots, created by their always simultaneous desire to be on top or...Read More  »

August 21, 15

Each one I held lightly in my palm—blowing on it to see it quiver, examining its ridges, squeezing it until the shell was as warm as my skin. Then I’d tuck it inside my cheek to suck on it and make my saliva taste like earth. That acorn would...Read More  »

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