Here now, two fine flashes lovingly restored to mint condition by Andrew Johnson: “Pulsing” and “Ring Nebula, First Entry.” Get them before they jet off to other parts:
![Andrew Johnson - Ring Nebula, First Entry [sample-2]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/andrew-johnson-ring-nebula-first-entry-sample-2.png?w=700&h=1079)
These flashes originally appeared in Storm Cellar 3.2. Get in on this action: subscribe, or click for our store. Read on!
Proposition: life is the rough contact between ego and world. Proposition: the automatic teller machine is a microscale synecdoche of computer-age alienation. Proposition: we effing love listicles. Forthcoming in SC 4.1:
![Jennifer Yu - Things Olivia Would Like to Avoid (if Possible)[sample]](https://stormcellar.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/jennifer-yu-things-olivia-would-like-to-avoid-if-possiblesample.png?w=700&h=1079)
This week, it ended. Now comes young & restless Mayah El-Dehaibi with some flashy solutions. Get the real deal here as a PDF or in oh-so-tangible print (or both).
She put the potato peeler back in the kitchen drawer. It wasn’t fair. He was speeding up; soon her chances would be as good as gone. She began to send smoke signals his way. Today I smashed a hurricane into my face. He glanced at her in passing and turned another broad corner. Why don’t you stop and help me pick this splinter out of my arm? His jaw was steel, frozen forward. Her moon withered. She chopped off her hair, scrubbed her skin raw.…[continue reading]
Sometimes everything goes wrong in the right sort of way, the busted pieces too magic to tidy up properly. Michael Chaney’s flash fiction “Fur Pockets” [pdf] might fit that description, all sinister gloves and tangerine peels in the pockets of a lab coat.
Once, after the mouse exploded the cat’s eyeballs and fricasseed its tail on a spit in hell, cartoons moralized senselessly. Orco was wrong because he lied says He-Man. Look both ways before you cross says the marine toting an unmounted M-60 machine gun. They wanted us clean.
So different from those hippies in the painted van who never went to school, changed clothes, or said boo about a parent, who chased that gigantic wraith throughout the castle thinking their dog could talk and Velma ordinary. She discovers the wraith inside.…[keep reading]
Get the issue here as an ebook or lovely 100pp. softcover — or both! Read on.
stormcellar.org 