Author Archives: Alex Gorman

Behind the Fish

Freeze Frame Fiction just published my story, “Uncle Fish.” It’s part of their third volume of flash fiction (under 1,000 words) and there are a lot of good stories to be read. Uncle Fish is the kind of story that’s … Continue reading

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The Quotable Abigail, Part 65

On dealing with the late-evening Halloween slowdown by shouting out the front door: “Every trick-or-treater! Come to [our address]! We have lots of candy for you!” On insect husbandry: “Every time I cut my hair, I could collect the little … Continue reading

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The Quotable Gabe, Part 15

On tidiness: “My mess is ruined!” On things you learn walking behind the dog: “I don’t have that kind of butt like Maggie.” On pre-Legoland planning: “Can we go somewhere like Legoland after Legoland?” On the big questions one thinks about … Continue reading

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Tricky

My story “Tricky” has been published by Stupefying Stories. Not only am I thrilled to have another story out in the wild, I am ecstatic that I have been published by a publication with a name as awesome as “Stupefying Stories.” You … Continue reading

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The Quotable Abigail, Part 64

On having the overarching idea of the Lord of the Rings explained to her: “Bag-gins! Bag-gins! Bag-gins!” On apparent compliments: “Daddy, you’re big and fat already.” On being told that she’d spelled “Solvang” incorrectly: “That’s okay. I’ll just write it … Continue reading

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The Quotable Gabe, Part 14

On things to say to your sister: “Are you my conscience?” On things to say to the road: “Are you my conscience, road?” On things to shout after slamming your open palms into a random store front: “My conscience!” On … Continue reading

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The Quotable Abigail, Part 63

On singing along with the radio from the back seat: “I was walking with a ghost. I say, hey, ghosts don’t exist.” On splashing in her bath: “That was embarrassingly fun!” On still remembering having her blood drawn, years earlier: “Getting … Continue reading

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