Hello everyone from Dog Throat Journal HQ bunker. As you may know, this time around marks our first ever flash fiction contest. The response was well beyond what I had hoped for...

That year, October had settled into the hills like a quilt on a grandmother’s lap. Everything was turning burning, bruising colors. Coal-bed oranges and black-eye purples fell from the trees. It was...

They buried God in a vending machine behind the old roller rink, and we paid in teeth to hear Him hum. The first time I knelt there I was twelve, full of...

Modern dating isn’t what it used to be when I was younger we went to parties smiled at cute boys introduced ourselves said a kind word then exchanged phone numbers a few...

What I wanted then / when we were young / was something just so. / Something to place in a glass / be able to set it aside / let it ferment...

We gathered in a congress of animals and ran up and down the tree of life, dancing upon the branches. We pressed the world between our bodies and played with viscosity and...

Holy mother of hell, do we need to talk about Mr. Harvey Kittencat. And as we do, my friend, I beg of you to listen, and listen good.Because when Harvey Kittencat comes...

He walked down a street he didn’t recognize. Nor could he recall his starting point. His unbuttoned greatcoat swept the sidewalk behind him. No one was about for directions. Were someone about...

Life can’t be all bad because we have mechanical pencils.The ribbed grooves of its plastic barrel lock into the whorls of my fingerprints like the teeth of ancient gears in some forgotten...

My mother called me Charlie, father called me Sam, by either name so lightly here so barely there. The north wind tears my rags of words along the lamplit streets, the garden...

Just think about it. One morning the snake wakes up and has laryngitis. The apple just hangs on the tree and Adam and Eve go about their day, oblivious as they so...

Every morning, or sometimes in the day, if the morning has been chock-full of demands of attention and time from the world, I set out to fix the sheets on the bed....

Someone started the discussion by saying somebody should explain what SOS stands for. Somebody said the Germans made up the signal and called it Notzeichen. Someone else claimed that wouldn’t work because...

“You can’t have the cream without the meat.” The woman-on-her-way-home knew this wasn’t true, but it was the expression verbally repeated by the brainwashed. Not quite so vague as to be idiomatic,...

Memory arranges itself like an anatomy textbook: here is the heart (a willow tree, planted for a dead girl), here are the bones (a playground race, a naming ritual), here is the...

He had no one. One day he saw a thin beige thread trailing a beige scarf caught about the neck of a tall thin woman seated in front of him on the...