Flora Fiction

11/04/2025

I peered in the fortune teller’s window, not knowing or expecting what may lie inside. Aside from lilac, sun-faded curtains and a garish tree made from costume jewelery and crystals, there was not much to see in the little display; if one could see anything past the dirt. I took a step back to have a look at the name above the door....

I peered in the fortune teller’s window, not knowing or expecting what may lie inside. Aside from lilac, sun-faded curtains and a garish tree made from costume jewelery and crystals, there was not …

10/31/2025

This fictional story is based on the life of Dwight Frye, the Hollywood actor who played Renfield in the 1931 original Dracula movie with Bela Lugosi, various roles in Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein and numerous others with Boris Karloff, as well as the movie The Vampire Bat. This story takes place after his roles started to dry up. He did work in a Lockheed aircraft plant during World War II and the plant actually was hidden as detailed in this story....

This fictional story is based on the life of Dwight Frye, the Hollywood actor who played Renfield in the 1931 original Dracula movie with Bela Lugosi, various roles in Frankenstein and the Bride of…

10/26/2025

The problem with Brown, the thing that got me into this situation in the first place, is that everyone there sucks. Brown was the only Ivy I applied to, much to my parents’ chagrin, because I knew it was the only one I actually wanted to go to. It had this vibe of being the “Cool Ivy,”more laid back than your Harvards or your Yales of the world....

The problem with Brown, the thing that got me into this situation in the first place, is that everyone there sucks. Brown was the only Ivy I applied to, much to my parents’ chagrin, bec…

10/18/2025

Perhaps that’s whyI remain unmoving—your lies wedged deep between the sofa cushions. These walls reverberate the evidence you were once happy here,still hum with our fractured words,a radio’s staticI can’t dial down. The floors, no…the floorsare our legs, entwined,your vulnerability,oh, how your softnesssoftened the unyielding woodbeneath us. Now they creak beneath my steps,...

Perhaps that’s whyI remain unmoving—your lies wedged deep between the sofa cushions. These walls reverberate the evidence you were once happy here,still hum with our fractured words,a radio’s stati…

10/16/2025

Call for Submissions!Fall/Winter 2025 Issue: “Thresholds”

We’re now accepting submissions for Flora Fiction’s upcoming Fall/Winter 2025 issue: “Thresholds.”

A threshold is the moment before transformation, the space between what was and what’s next. It’s the doorway, the crossing, the pause before change. We want your art, words, and vision that capture that liminal place.

✨ Accepting:
• Short Fiction (under 2,500 words)
• Poetry (up to 3 poems)
• Creative Nonfiction
• Visual Art & Photography

💌 Deadline: November 30, 2025
🌐 Submit via: florafiction.com/submit

Show us where you’re standing — and what waits on the other side.

10/11/2025

My love is not a neglected gardenSometimes I splash some cash on a couple of roses and hire a fancy crew But that’s not what it is.My love isn’t some overgrown patch of weedsI could water it less, let it dry out a bit, and let the hose rust in the sun But at least it’s not a jungle....

https://florafiction.com/dirt-by-krysten-lee-kavanaugh/

My love is not a neglected gardenSometimes I splash some cash on a couple of roses and hire a fancy crew But that’s not what it is.My love isn’t some overgrown patch of weedsI could water it less, let it dry out a bit, and let the hose rust in the sun But at least […]

10/04/2025

In the instant before Annie passed away, her Fairy God Mother came to her and held her hand. In the instant after she breathed her final breath, her Fairy God Mother held her to her bosom and said, "Welcome, my dear. Welcome home." Annie looked at the kindly lady and wept tears of joy. She was finally pain free. She had never felt so good....

In the instant before Annie passed away, her Fairy God Mother came to her and held her hand. In the instant after she breathed her final breath, her Fairy God Mother held her to her bosom and said, “Welcome, my dear. Welcome home.” Annie looked at the kindly lady and wept tears of joy. […]

09/28/2025

Have you seen our latest issue? Flora Fiction’s Spring/Summer 2025 is live! Fresh art, poetry, and stories that unfold page by page.

https://florafiction.com/literary-magazine/

09/27/2025

Six months had passed since Denise had called Mia, her only surviving child. She smirked, the image of a small redhead with unruly curls, her jaw set in a pout and tiny fists clenched “No dress mummy … I hate dresses.” An hour of coaxing, whispering gentle words like one might to a spooked colt—all to no avail. No, her daughter would never make the first move....

09/20/2025

Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a warm southern breezeScattering like dreams. Jim Bates loves to write. He takes his inspiration from people and nature. "LIfe is a gift," he says. He loves every minute of it.

Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a warm southern breezeScattering like dreams. Jim Bates loves to write. He takes his inspiration from people and nature. “LIfe is a gift,” he says. He loves every minute of it.

09/13/2025

we all have little ones in thereshe says, with a faint smile on her lips tiny buds promised petalled frothand candy flossnow pink-veined, ribbonedsilky green nubs suggest… something days, weeks pass yet nothing something will come from nothingshe says, with a gentle wave I wait and watch… watch and wait for something I see my heart in those satin pink pearls…...

we all have little ones in thereshe says, with a faint smile on her lips tiny buds promised petalled frothand candy flossnow pink-veined, ribbonedsilky green nubs suggest… something days, weeks pass yet nothing something will come from nothingshe says, with a gentle wave I wait and watch… watch ...