One-Sentence Stories

Opening Statements
Chuck Strangward

Not until the prosecutor defined her marriage as one of mutual corruption did Connie wonder what else had been kept from her.


Perfect Silence
Megan Branning

I watch a wave of distant birds break against a cliff.


Other Kinds of Death
Amanda Vacharat

He paid her the first hundred before they even got to the wedding, pulling the envelope from his jacket like a gun.


The Noisery
Jude Cowan Montague

Anna laid them out in careful ownership on the Ikea rug where they looked so comfortable in their sleepy inanimate poses – the Barbie in Bolivian dress, the lemon soap on a rope, the handpainted miniature piano, Ken in his beige polyester, the wild rattle, the purple flashing globe with robot voice, the furry grey bat whose wing she broke – cleared her throat, and began to sing them awake.


Paul Hostovsky

Like the clutter in his life, it was not an intentional growth at first, but more a kind of pure neglect that eventually grew substantial, then formidable, then distinguished—the evidence of a life’s work that, in time’s mossy hands, grew mossy, then Abrahamic, then caked with other growth, other life, that oozed, and swam, then crawled, then flew.


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