By Jack Orleans Fling yourself over the pole,” Coach says. She knows Coach likes her body, otherwise he wouldn’t say “fling” that way. He wouldn’t put so much breath into …
By Amanda E.K. The old lady on the boarding house porch rocked from 8-3:00 every day in her old blue wooden rocking chair. Sometimes she sang, but mostly she mumbled—incoherent …
By Christie Buchele After the bar owner paid me less than he promised for doing 45 minutes of jokes, I tipped my head back and spilled my last shot of …
By Addison Herron-Wheeler Neeka pulled on her gas mask and headed out into the smoggy street. Looking around, she noticed everyone was wearing some kind of face protection. Although she …
Flash Fiction by Brian Polk in Issue 17 of Suspect Press: Now that the dogs have made it to a safe place and all the humans have been accounted for, there isn’t much else to do…
In Possession of a Moral Dilemma by Amanda E.K. for Suspect Press Issue 16. Your impractical satin sheets were the first sign—or should’ve been—that you were never exclusive.
Sophelia, Immortalized by Amanda E.K. for Suspect Press Issue 15. Clemens monitored the parking lot lives of strangers from the comfort of his home office…
