It wasn’t supposed to be this way
Who are these black figures, hovering around my bed like the dementors on the Hogwart’s Express? Am I dying? But there’s no bright light. Every breath is a struggle.
Stories Poems Essays
George’s Gold Nugget
Tommy sniffs me at the door, the scruffy dog more polite than enthusiastic. One of his jobs is door monitor. He races back to the man lying in bed in an adjacent room.
Paying Homage
The morning dew soaked through the pants on Hans’ suit. He was on his knees, both hands clasped in front of him, as if paying homage to a shrine.
Mixing Bowls
Out of breath after climbing three flights of stairs to her new apartment, she muscled her way in the door and set down her heavy shopping bags. The apartment was completely empty aside from a few stacks of boxes against the living room wall.
Smarkles
My niece was a glitter girl, perpetually covered in multi-coloured gems from glue guns and magic markers.
Immigrant
A homeless Deer takes shelter at the ramshackle tent near the bottom of the field. I think she is homeless, or at least tribeless.
Results of the 2024 Dreamers Flash Contest
Congratulations to the winners of the 2024 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. There were so many incredible stories this year!
How many breaths
“How many breaths will It take to calm down. Surely it’s the deep ones. There’s been several shallow ones to no avail”
Embrace
“Caduceus. It rhymes with my father’s name, Lucius, which also dates back to ancient Rome.”