Category Archives: Fiction

The getting part is easy. Anyone can land a boyfriend. Even if you’re not looking, once you log-on – presto! Pop-up boyfriends are virtually everywhere. Click a link, enable that auto-fill, and you’ll find them winking their neon flash, courting … Continue reading →

Dear Readers, Cyberspace is continually working its tentacles to wrap us in its warm embrace, pulling us in with new information and new friends we never knew we knew, until we can’t help but check our phones every few minutes … Continue reading →

The cigarette smoke curls up like the toes of every dead thing, and I murder this room like some quiet, careful apparition; nothing is broken or misplaced. I watch the cat. I watch as he sits on the windowsill. I … Continue reading →

Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life The sign in the window of Eddies store read: New and Used Vacuum Cleaners Sold and Repaired. Salesmen Wanted. Hank opened the door and walked in. A man sitting … Continue reading →

Justin stays up too late watching police-shooting videos online. The only video that doesn’t bring him down is the one with DEA Agent shooting himself in the foot during a school gun safety lecture. The best part is when he … Continue reading →

Up until around 2009, my job was a breeze.  I walked into doctor’s offices with the wind at my back, with the collective weight of the world’s largest pharmaceutical research company driving my pitch.  I wasn’t Dominick Praeger, I was … Continue reading →

“You aren’t…you never listen,” Liz says. We are in the middle of the argument, the place where she always begins to lose her words. Her eyes dart up and down my body like a ferret looking for open skin to … Continue reading →

A man came into the store today and bought the balsa wood jewel box. He was an old man, with deep wrinkles of the kind that a man can’t shave inside. Gray stubble grew from them like grass in sidewalk … Continue reading →

Five in the morning always comes quick when you drink at your work after you get off. You check your watch and say I’m just going to have a couple when you start drinking at two thirty but then it’s … Continue reading →

The editors of The Whistling Fire are all too familiar with the necessary evil of balancing a day job with our writing; as well as the difficulty of balancing that with our work here at The Whistling Fire and everything … Continue reading →