Jeannine Ouellette’s stories and essays have appeared widely in literary journals and anthologies. She is the recipient of a Curt … More
Tag: creative nonfiction
#NoMorePresidents Flash Essay: “Pervert” by L Scully
I’VE BEEN A PERVERT FOR Many Years he says, smiling at us in the backseat. He tells us his wife … More
“Styrofoam”: A Haunted Passages Flash Essay by Sarah Robbins
“THIS IS YOU,” SHE SAYS, with a riiip to the Styrofoam cup. “When you start out, you are pure … More
#NoMorePresidents Flash Essay: “Land of Promise. Land of Opportunity. Land of Heroes. Land of Greatness” by Ron Burch
LAND OF PROMISE. LAND OF Opportunity. Land of Heroes. Land of Greatness. Land of Freedom. Land of Landowners. Land of … More
“Creamer”: A Personal Essay for Bad Survivalist by Marlene Olin
I’M NOT A DEMANDING PERSON. All I need is my morning cup of coffee. Plus a teaspoon of sugar … More
“An Offering of Space”: An Essay for Bad Survivalist by Whitney Kerutis
MY BODY WAKES ME ONE morning as a crater collecting water. I ring out the stiffness, twisting my torso … More
“Debt,” a Flavortown USA nonfiction essay by Christopher Bowen
ARE YOU HUNGRY THE WAY I used to be? When I was a culinary student, I was always hungry … More
Visit Flavortown USA: Submissions Call
NEW ONLINE FEATURE! Flavortown USA. Submissions now open. Read more below. What’s that smell wafting on the wind? A … More
An Essay from the Future: “What the Birds See” by Janice Lee
—for and with AH Bird 1: How might we envision a future that is not ours, but could be? Bird … More
“The Other Iras: A Multiverse Essay,” nonfiction from The Future by Ira Sukrungruang
Ira finds an anthill, and instead of burning it, he watches the slow, tedious work of carrying a crumb into … More
“Puritan Remnants,” an excerpt from TIME’S UP! A MEMOIR OF THE AMERICAN CENTURY by Robert Cabot
I entered America’s Century in 1924. World War I was over, Europe lay devastated, millions killed—a hundred thousand of … More
“Halloween Memories: The Dark,” a short memoir by Scott Cole, author of TRIPLE AXE
I was twelve. We had just moved to a new town that August, and I hadn’t yet made any … More