In the garden of flash: Three mini faux instruction manuals Pay attention to the weeds What’s growing inside you? What will you cultivate? Weeds push through cracks and take over. Look at them. Study them. Why uproot something that is flourishing? A weed by definition...
Beginnings I’d like to share some ideas on beginnings that occurred to me after a recent run through the slush pile. REM wrote a great song called Begin the Begin on their album, Life’s Rich Pageant. It started: Birdie in the hand for life’s rich demand. A...
— From Meg Pokrass, NFFR Founding Editor — I'm thrilled to be holding an advanced reading copy of W.W. Norton's anthology New Micro: Exceptionally Short fiction edited by Norton Anthology's editor James Thomas and microfiction author Robert Scotellaro! I was delighted...
—The Creative Process (Paris) in Collaboration with NFFR— We’re very excited here at New Flash Fiction Review! A handful of excerpts from New Flash Fiction Review‘s last 5 years have been selected by The Creative Process for an upcoming exhibition as part of the...
Feature Editor, Pamela Painter I was delighted when Meg Pokrass asked me to be a Feature Editor for New Flash Fiction Review. Here is my first Feature and one that I hope will continue beyond the first Two by Two Story Collaboration. The Guidelines: ...
Congratulations to Leonard Kress and Joe McDade, who tied for first place in our "Something Lost" microfiction contest! There were so many strong entries, it was nearly impossible to decide. Thank you to everyone who entered this contest! What She Said by...
Flash Worldwide: A New Anthology, Flash Fiction International, from W.W. Norton The following notes are from a ten-minute talk for AWP, April 10, 2015. Please excuse the short-hand logic and colloquial grammar —Robert Shapard, Editor I want to talk about 4...
Our 2015 Contest Winning story is "Fun and Wonderful Toy" by Joseph Young She was about to come—eyes back, knees up, chin toward the ceiling—when he heard it. “Shhh!” he said. He put his palm across her teeth. From the wooden steps, the sound of it slinking. “What is...
Peace My daughter built a wall across the basement with an overturned couch, cushions, blankets, a table on its side. A peace line, she called it. It had taken Missy an entire afternoon, but finally she allowed her brother and me to visit. Enchanted, Dell asked...