ExperimentalObsolete, Likened to Many Things by Ken L. Jones
I use to think that days melted fast, back in the time it took you to blink forty years after the Beatles Until now, ever since I first dove One hundred New…

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Short stories and flash fiction, free to read. Ninety-odd stories from the Dual Coast Magazine archive, ranging from literary fiction to humor to science fiction, and a fair amount that refuses to sit in any one of those. All of it was selected by our editors, printed in the magazine, and is open to read here. The issues these pieces appeared in are still available in paperback from Prolific Press.
ExperimentalI use to think that days melted fast, back in the time it took you to blink forty years after the Beatles Until now, ever since I first dove One hundred New…
FictionNorman first saw the angel on one of those November nights when the temperature is too low for air conditioning but too high for the heating unit to do any good. Unable…
FictionThe road was mudded out, yet still the mail must go through. Chester gritted his teeth as the studded snow tires of his jeep grabbed onto the ruts and rode them like…
FictionAfternoon thunderstorms converted the front ditch into a stream. Josh, Caroline, and Melissa rushed outside and jumped into their temporary pool. They flailed their arms and splashed water everywhere. They screamed and…
FictionI remember falling down. I twirled and twirled until I couldn’t stand upright. I was giddy and swooned and hit the ground hard. But I laughed. I always laughed. What was it…
FictionThe beach, littered with bone-white shells and coral, soaks up blood with surprising speed. My blood. The sting of salt water on open wounds keep me from passing out. Flayed muscle and…
FictionAs Ray scanned the property, he couldn’t help but notice how run-down things had gotten after mom died. Cancer had come quickly for his mother, and when she left three years ago,…
FictionJill was startled awake by a sound. She sat up in bed, staring into the darkness. The blankets had been thrown aside. As her eyes adjusted, she could see them churned up…
FictionI was only seventeen when I fell in love with a one-armed trumpet player. It didn’t take long. I met him. I fell in love. That quick. My older sister sang in…
FictionYou are a creature my tired feet are limping to capture, an awakening on the horizon as luscious as the sinking sun, bright and empty as the moon and her sad face,…
FictionMy knuckles turned white from the death grip on my axe. Chewy clutched his shovel like a bayonet. We squinted in the cold dark forest. The campfire cast long distorted images across…
FictionErnie Sherman, an eighty-year-old widower, sat on a bench near the beach in Oceanside, California. The summer sun dispersed the morning mist. He enjoyed watching small fishing boats float over the kelp…
FictionI probably shouldn’t have killed her. I know that now. But at the time, it felt like I had no other choice. I’d take it back if I could, but I can’t.…
FictionIt was strategically positioned in the eaves of the attic, wedged between the rafters, yet easily accessible to the adjoining rooms of the center hall Cape Cod, my beloved childhood home, built…
FictionThe last embers died in the hearth. Charlie had been sitting there, staring for hours as the crackling logs reduced to twigs and then to lumps like coal and finally to embers,…
FictionJanice was looking for something to do, something that would be worthwhile. She had tried all sorts of activities, but none seemed to fulfill her in a way she wanted to be…
FictionPlaces are like photographs. Your first visit somewhere is the snapshot, and every visit thereafter just adds shadow, highlight, or a frame around what you already know. Like with meeting people, first…
FictionWhen Alex and I visit our summer apartment in Kinghorn, there’s always something that doesn’t work and isn’t easy to fix. This time it was the hot water boiler, and the only…
FictionWhen I awoke the morning of my seventieth birthday. I knew I was no longer alive. Every part of me seemed so light under the sheets. I tried to move each limb…
FictionWhen signs come, follow them. Coincidences exist, but so do smack-you-over-the-head directives. There are everyday signs, so clear you can’t ignore them. Anything can be the key to a Narnia. Any spider…