New Flash Fiction by Heather Kinnane And Henry Lu

Woman As Art

Yesterday this blog got 1004 hits from all over the world! 

Hi, I’m the Old Soldier, the editor/publisher of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.  I’m a professional blogger.  I can afford to be a professional full-time blogger because I’m retired.  I get social security and two pensions.  I make money from this blog.  Not much.  Last month this blog made a little over $8.00.  If it continues to make at least one dollar more than the month before, I will be a happy man.

It’s a niche blog.  It’s a blog about flash fiction.  The blog has ads on it.

Sure, you will find different departments on this blog; but when all is said and done it is still about being a writer and writing flash fiction.

The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is four years old and has showcased the work of dozens of writers.  Just recently I’ve published work by Henry Lu and Heather Kinnane.  Heather has had four of her flash fiction stories accepted for publication.  Three of her sexy stories are on the front page right now along with the fine story that Henry sent in.

These stories won’t be on the front page forever.  Check them out before they rotate to the archives.

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The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is an online magazine of serious writing and brazen sexuality.

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New Flash Fiction by Guy Hogan

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Hello, bloggers, writers and my Flash Fiction Fanatics.  You know the Old Soldier sometimes gets so involved trying to make money as an online writer that he forgets about his own blog.  Well, not really forget about but certainly spends more time here: Triond, than he does at his own blog, the most dynamic flash fiction publication on the internet.

This morning I published an article on Triond.  It included a micro-story.  I don’t know how many words it is.  I’m publishing it in this post.  You can count the words; but it is very, very short.  One of the shortest stories I have ever written.

Still, it is not a sketch or a vignette, but a complete short story.  A flash fiction story is a significant event with closure.

The significant event in this story is one of the more difficult kinds of stories to write.  It is an epiphany (realization) story; but it is the reader who has the epiphany.  And the epiphany is, the reader realizes what kind of marriage this man and woman have. 

The story is so short that I do not want to give anything away by giving it a title.

What else do I want to say in this post?

Keep reading and keep writing and if you are a writer read the submissions guide lines at the top of the page and send me something.

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He lay naked under the sheet.  She stood naked in front of the long mirror, turning this way and that way looking at her reflection.

He said, Did you have an orgasm?

Couldn’t you tell?

Men can’t always tell when a woman has an orgasm.

Honey, am I getting fat?

I think your breasts are larger.

Still looking at her reflection she laughed and said, You’re a wonderful husband.

He said, And smart, too.

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Read more: http://writinghood.com/writing/she-was-naked-honey-she-said-am-i-getting-fat/#ixzz1NUJ6jZvL 

New Flash Fiction by Brett Nicholas Moore

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The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is always looking for flash fiction talent to showcase. 

Hello, my brother and sister bloggers, readers and writers.  If you want to submit a story to this publication, keep these things in mind.  Read and follow the submission guidelines.  The Submissions tab is at the top of the page.  The PFF Gazette does not publish science fiction, stories of the weird or strange or stories with unpleasant characters or stories about sex being exchanged for money.

“Unpleasant characters” would be abusive, mean-spirited people.

The Old Soldier would really like to publish some romance.  Correct punctuation, spelling and grammar do count. 

Good luck.

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Past, Present And Future

Henry kissed Jill’s forehead. The television was on but neither one of them could tell what the show was about. They snuggled together on the bed. Henry looked at his hanging coat which had the ring in the chest pocket. He was just waiting for the perfect moment. Jill was the one for him. There was no question in his mind. She wasn’t like his old girlfriends. 

“Will you love me forever?” Henry asked her. 

She thought for a moment. 

“Well,” she said, sitting up. “I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean?” he said, smiling as if she had told a joke. 

“Well, I don’t know what my heart will do. I can’t see into the future.” 

Henry looked at her quizzically. She continued. 

“It’s just that it has been my experience and others have told me that love isn’t always there. Married couples have a hard time maintaining those same feelings. It doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other.” 

“I see,” he said. 

Jill kissed him on the lips and laid her head back down on his chest. 

“I’m very much in love with you,” she said. “I do know that. I hope we will always be together.” 

They watched television for a while. Jill soon fell asleep, but Henry was wide awake and fidgety. What Jill said perturbed him. He tried to go to sleep, but it bothered him too much. He didn’t understand. Why couldn’t she love him forever? He recalled that all of his old girlfriends did.

The End

Bio: Brett Nicholas Moore is the author of Tales of Brother Goose, a satire of Mother Goose stories.  His stories can be read at Brother Goose Tales.

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