the stinging fly issue 27 volume 2 Spring 2014

Sunday Sentence: Sleep in a Blue City by Helen Chandler

Sunday Sentence: Vision by Tiffany Briere

Sunday Sentence: Across the Bridge

The Thief’s Garden

“A good deep well is worth killing over.” He heard those words going through his head as he looked down at the lifeless body of his neighbor’s neighbor. The blood was still fresh from the wound and the eyes had only just begun to look unconscious.

Sunday Sentence: Monsieur Ibrahim et les fleurs du Coran

Sunday Sentence: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

Muscle Memory

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest; pounding in function, not in pain. He was alive damn it! He knew he was alive. He could feel his body screaming at the demands he was placing on it. Sweat mixed with humidity, making his clothes feel heavier than cotton should ever feel. Part of him wished he could just strip down and run free. What would these people think of that? What would she think of that? continue reading …

Strength, Love & Water

Instant Replusion 1

When I first met her, I thought perhaps she was just having a bad day, or that perhaps she was evoking an unfortunate moment of self loathing in me. Lord knows at some point in our lives we’ve all had both. continue reading…


Claudelle Kendrick, bless her heart, was the very living, breathing definition of what some used to call white trash; though she never once gave any indication that she might know anything of how people considered her. In fact, she completely managed to convince herself that the stares and whispers were people talking about her inevitable breakthrough to supermodel status. continue reading …