Flash Fiction: Hope

Hope By Sara Codair “Don’t feel bad. I’m pretty hard to kill,” said GiYu. His purple appendages were already reattached and his torso was knitting itself back together. The human female nodded and sucked air in through her nose. The slurping sound worried GiYu that the mucus her crying had evoked was making it hard…

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A Winning Story

Almost three weeks ago, I got an email from Women on Writing notifying me I was in their top ten for their Winter 2016 contest. I happy danced all the way from the women’s restroom in Flatbread back to my table. It was exciting and boosted my confidence. The days between now and then were…

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Microfiction: A Spell of Amnesia

A Spell of Amnesia By Sara Codair The yellow note was the sole splash of color in the monochrome hall, appearing blank to anyone lacking supernatural sight. Horacio took a deep breath, channeled energy though the tattoo on his forhead and opened his third eye. Slanted words materialized: “Usted, dice amigo y entra.” Horacio spoke,…

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Empty Space and Writing by Sara Codair

I hate empty space. Fortunately, this helps my writing process more than it harms it. When I see emptiness, I feel the need to fill it. If there is a room with too much empty floor, I want to get more furniture. If the table is empty, I get urges to clutter it up with…

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Half-Awake Thoughts on Publishing Short Fiction

This morning, I woke up to two rejections. One was a form rejection from the Drabblecast for a flash piece called “The Largest Looser.” I just shrugged it off and started thinking about where to send it next. The flash story is hardly a month old been only been submitted to four places. I have plenty…

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Two Peas in a Pod: The Writer and Antique Dealer

Two Peas in a Pod: The Writer and Antique Dealer By Sara Codair   My mom is an antique dealer, and has been since I was about three years old. She choose that line of work so she could have a flexible work schedule that allowed her to earn money without taking too much time…

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Flying Mouse-Squirrel-Bird Thing

When I decide to write a flash story after spending the day grading papers, I end up writing stories inspired by cat toys. “Flying mouse-squirrel-bird Thing” is one of those. My cat has this crinkly, furry toy that is flattened like a flying squirrel but with the face and coloring of a mouse.  It has strings dangling…

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Published by Foliate Oak

Today I had a piece of flash fiction published by Foliate Oak Magazine: “You open the closet on Monday morning, trying to decide what to wear. His side: everything is ironed, organized by color and meticulously hung. Your side: wrinkled shirts cling to hangers and sleeves dangle dangerously close to the floor.” Read more here.

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The Magic of Tuesday Acceptance Letters

Tuesdays are the best and worst day of my week. I leave the house at 8:30 a.m. and don’t get home until 9:30 p.m. I tutor all day and teach at night, ending the day with my favorite group of students. By the time I get home, I’m exhausted, hungry, and off-the-wall hyper. This Tuesday,…

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