A Man in the House   We needed to sell the house, but there was a man in the house. He never bothered anyone, but he was there—a man—in the house, each day, each night, huddled over the orange bowl, eating oranges, peeling oranges. It’s not like we could take him with us either; the… Read More Micro Prose: A Man in the House by David Byron Queen

Half a Day in America, Now I wake up. My mouth hurts from a loose molar. I move my jaw around & bite down, setting everything back into place. I get ready for work, trying not to look at my phone for the world to tell me it isn’t well, as though I didn’t already… Read More Micro Prose: Half a Day in America, Now by Reyes Ramirez

Things Noticed When Saying Goodbye to a Woman I Would Never See Again There was, of course, the white tile of the departures lobby, the one side that glimmered in its fresh wax and the other, waiting its turn, dulled by dirt tracked in on the soles of travelers’ shoes and by haphazard turns of… Read More Micro Prose: Things Noticed When Saying Goodbye to a Woman I Would Never See Again by Andrew Schofield

The General is on Television Again Despite the egg on his face, he refuses to step down from the podium. It’s war paint, he insists, his neck swelling like a fighting rooster’s. Most of the audience eats it up. A truly brilliant yellow, notes one reporter. One can’t help but be reminded of the sun,… Read More Micro Prose: The General is on Television Again by Joshua Johnston

Skeletons Warming Themselves We are the most beautiful dead women ever written. It has been a hundred years and our nails are still growing. The domestic dramas killed us. We never made it to paperback. Our faces favor Marilyn and the writers’ own wives. Sealed off in a ranch house in Plantation Springs, we finger… Read More Micro Prose: Skeletons Warming Themselves by Sara Kachelman

We’re sorry, but your characters just didn’t seem White enough Thank you for being patient while we considered your query. While we appreciated many things about the novel you submitted, Hot Fast Loud, we didn’t in the end feel we could represent it. However, because there are many strong elements, we are willing to look… Read More Micro Prose: We’re sorry, but your characters just didn’t seem White enough by Marcia Lynx Qualey

Something Like Hannah We were watching Food Network when the world ended. The children next door were feeding the ducks, the boy standing far back while his sister chased a single goose back into the pond. I had wanted to name our daughter Hannah, if we had her. But there had been mornings, days, and… Read More Micro Prose: Something Like Hannah by Carleton Whaley

Kidnapped Girls keep disappearing. First in Bridgeport, then Mystic. The third girl goes missing from a small town that rhymes with Holland. You imagine her walking through a field of tulips in wooden clogs. No wonder she couldn’t run away fast enough when The Strange Man grabbed her. Ma says there are a lot of… Read More Micro Prose: Kidnapped by Rita Ciresi

The World that Thinks the Worst At the grocery gas station, the parking lot smells like oil. The man who approaches you outside the pump looks familiar, like a lost uncle. He asks for a ride to campus. He’s older, mid-40s, looks hungry and tired. He says, “You look like a college kid. Can I… Read More Micro Prose: The World that Thinks the Worst by Shaun Turner