Suzanne Vincent is the editor-in-chief of Flash Fiction Online. That’s what people think anyway. Actually, she’s really a pretty ordinary middle-aged woman packing a few extra pounds and a few more gray hairs than she’s comfortable with. As a writer, she leans toward the fantasy spectrum, though much of what she writes is difficult to classify. Slipstream? Isn’t that where we stick stories when we just can’t figure out where else they go? Suzanne’s first professional publication was right here at FFO, published before she joined the staff: “I Speak the Master’s Will,” — a story she’s still very proud of. While she doesn’t actually have time to blog anymore, she once did. You can still read her ancient posts on writing at The Slushpile Avalanche. Suzanne keeps a house full of kids (3), a husband (1), and pets (too many to number) in Utah, USA. Yes, she’s a Mormon. No, there isn’t another wife. Mormons haven’t actually practiced polygamy since the 1890s. Too bad. She’d love to have another woman around to wash dishes and do laundry.

From Wikipedia: Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron of Dunsany (24 July 1878–25 October 1957), was an Anglo-Irish writer and dramatist, notable for his work in fantasy published under the name Lord Dunsany. More than eighty books of his work were published, and his oeuvre includes hundreds of short stories, as well as successful plays, novels and essays. Born to one of the oldest titles in the Irish peerage, he lived much of his life at perhaps Ireland’s longest-inhabited home, Dunsany Castle near Tara, received an honourary doctorate from Trinity College, and died in Dublin.

Michael T. Banker writes from Queens, NY. He doubles as an actuary, which means that his days are spent with his nose in spreadsheets, his subway commutes with his nose in a book, and his evenings with his nose in his stories. His work can be found in Intergalactic Medicine Show, The Pedestal Magazine, and Daily Science Fiction. He was the 2011 grand prize winner of the Aeon Award (publication forthcoming).

David Glen Larson grew up in Los Angeles surrounded by beautiful, glamorous people, and now does his best to avoid them. After film school he worked briefly as a production company delivery monkey, even more briefly as a Los Angeles County Emergency Medical Technician, and spent more than a decade writing films and television. These days he spends most of his time walking his dog and writing odd little stories like this one, along with the occasional poem. He continues to live in Los Angeles for some reason, writing pieces featured in or forthcoming from places like Daily Science Fiction, Niteblade, Pseudopod, and Ideomancer. Find out more at davidglenlarson.com.