Flash Fiction

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Flash fiction is for women.

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>What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol on the cushion beside him. The moon swung bare on its black cord over the house. On the television was a cop show. It was in English. Broken bottles were embedded in the walls around the house to scoop the kneecaps from a man's legs or cut his hands to lace. On the windows there were gratings like those in liquor stores. We had dinner, rack of lamb, good wine, a gold bell was on the table for calling the maid. The maid brought green mangoes, salt, a type of bread. I was asked how I enjoyed the country. There was a brief commercial in Spanish. His wife took everything away. There was some talk then of how difficult it had become to govern. The parrot said hello on the terrace. The colonel told it to shut up, and pushed himself from the table. My friend said to me with his eyes: say nothing. The colonel returned with a sack used to bring groceries home. He spilled many human ears on the table. They were like dried peach halves. There is no other way to say this. He took one of them in his hands, shook it in our faces, dropped it into a water glass. It came alive there. I am tired of fooling around he said. As for the rights of anyone, tell your people they can go fuck themselves. He swept the ears to the floor with his arm and held the last of his wine in the air. Something for your poetry, no? he said. Some of the ears on the floor caught this scrap of his voice. Some of the ears on the floor were pressed to the ground.

Read Kafka’s parables and paradoxes, he has many very short ones that are quite intriguing

>"Alas," said the mouse, "the world gets smaller every day. At first it was so wide that I ran along and was happy to see walls appearing to my right and left, but these high walls converged so quickly that I’m already in the last room, and there in the corner is the trap into which I must run."

>"But you’ve only got to run the other way," said the cat, and ate it.

Here’s one called “A Little Fable”

Yes there used to be a magazine called Quick Fiction it had some great ones. Check it out.

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There is a book called Parables and Paradoxes by Franz Kafka, I don't know if it's in print anymore but I managed to find a copy for a reasonable price

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you should keep publishing anonymous submissions it's a good idea for a model

Kafka's short-shorts are perhaps his best works IMO.
Borges has an outstanding book called Cuentos Breves y Extraordinarios in which he collects and translates flash fiction (parables, fables, jokes, legends, anecdotes, etc.) from literary traditions across the globe. Most of them aren't even a page long.
Cortázar has Cronopios y Famas which has some flash fiction not wothout merit, although his regular short stories are miles better.
I think there was a section for flash fiction in the wiki, you may want to check it out. There's definetly good flash fiction around. It's just 3 or 4 sentences instead of the ultra-limiting 6 words/140 character meme.

For sale: baby annihilator. Used once.

Nicholas was older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.

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For sale: baby’s shoes. Always worn

The baby died. Isn't that sad?

Chekhov has some good 2 pagers

Big dick. Small pussy. Hospital bed.

this gave me a hearty kek

I read the subject as Fash Fiction. What are some good fascist novels?

For sale: red nose. Never worn.

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he is wearing one though reeee

Never honked*

For sale : baby. Worn.

that's orange wtf

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For babies: sails. Never warm.

For baby: worn. Sale.

for sale. baby.

How is Baby Shoes even dark? The mother had health issues and believed her baby would be tiny and sickly but he came out very robust and too large for the little baby shoes.

For sale: baby shoes. Kid died.

For sale: dead infant. No shoes.

Vending promptly: infant stuff. Mint condition.

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