A Temporal Haunting by Fiona McKay
I catch a glimpse of her, at least I think it’s her. Just something nudging at the corner of my eye as I run errands. I threw on gym clothes…
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Flash fiction and Artificial Intelligence
Artificial intelligence has come a long way in recent years, and one area where it has made significant progress is in the realm of creative writing. AI writing systems, AI…
A Loblolly Boy’s Lot by Christine Collinson
I’m emptying a piss-pot again. As I lift it over the rail, a sudden shift unsettles my feet and I nearly spill it back on myself. The sea is angry.…
Fossil Record Partially Recovered by Edie Meade
September 5:Wake up in the driveway with a hundred spiders battening me down. From the tailpipe of Noah’s flatbed, one drip regards me with a glistening eye. It shakes a…
Balance by Anna Pembroke
The path was riddled with nettles. Thick bushels protruded from the ground, wavering in the coastal wind that pumped, relentless, from the cliffs below. I was underdressed, so you draped…
The Elf by Kelli Lage
My grandmother’s attic holds more yellow light and tinier hallways than it did in my youth. After dreaming of what is left of her, my feet froze when it was…
Paper, Charcoal, Stone by Steven Patchett
Shanna shivered in the cold wind that came off the sea and buffeted her small frame, leaning into the booming wind with an angry defiance reminiscent of her mummy’s scowl.…
A Wounded Bird by Dan Crawley
The whole high school felt the electric bass and guitar’s metallic reverb ripple over their skin, the pulse of the snare drum. The students drifted through soupy fog toward the…
This bird has flown
When I set up Ellipsis over five years ago, it started life on Twitter. It was my go-to place to publish content and socialise digitally. Since then I’ve made thousands…
Poor Mare by Karen Arnold
White jaw bone hanging slack until the boy beneath the sheet pulls on the wire, making it clack clack clack. The adults laugh and cheer, children scream with delicious terror,…
What Can You Love in a Lifetime? by Bronwen Griffiths
Husbands, wives, mothers, brothers, lovers. These, of course. Yet what of the tiny black cat mangled by a speeding car on Church Hill in 1963; you cried for three days…
Three Uses for Ink by Emma Venables
One My mother plonks down a bottle of ink, dips an index finger in it, and presses it on the centre of the page lying before me. I want an…