Fiction
Short stories and imaginative prose selected for publication in Open Arts Forum. Discover fiction by emerging and established contributors, then follow the linked author pages to read more of their work. Explore our quarterly and annual collections, or read the fiction submission guidelines.
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FictionFuck Yeah Dude
There are words that do the poetry, they are endless, you can get the lawn the way it was light and dark, always moving,…
FictionHeavens to Murgatroyd — A Love Story
Every once in a while I feel a love story coming on it’s like nourishment. I don’t even remember who shot JR about that…
FictionThe inland behind the mountain
Stanley Tucci is all in white and wears turquoise rings. If flirtation is a dance we dance the softest dance of breezes. He has…
FictionThe Cat
Klint rubs his knife clean against his dingy shirt. He thinks I never notice blood, metallic taste that lingers from a kiss, or his…
FictionJoelle
They had deep dark secret day at school one time only. I don’t think they were prepared for the results that decimated the entire town, so…
Blog, Fiction, Poetry, ShowcaseClock Radio #3 – Featuring Charles Bukowski’s “A gentle, alcoholic night”
This is the second time that Charles Bukowski appeared in my little magazine Clock Radio of the mid to late 1980s. He and I had…
FictionThe Dark Watchers
Last weekend I went to this wedding in San Luis Obisbo, and I didn't even get laid. It's a funny thing how at every…
FictionFull of Yesterday
Feels like I have a bag over my shoulder that’s full of yesterday. As I approach Alice’s place it gets not exactly heavy but…
FictionThrow Jackson
Sometimes I just feel like telling a love story with a happy ending, and none of that conflict that people are told they need…
FictionWhat else goes on that I don’t know about?
It’s been raining since Christmas yet the water is lower than ever before and there’s a newly revealed rock looks like the hood of…
FictionEnough
Sometimes I think I should stick to fiction. It’s probably easier to remember lies than is it to remember little beads of truth so…
FictionThe Turnaround
Ours was the turnaround driveway, the one in which mistaken cars corrected themselves, and zoomed back up the street. My mother said, somebody’s here every…