The Nottingham Review is a new British digital literary journal, looking to publish great flash fiction (50-1000 words) and short stories (1000-3000 words).

The Penn Review It was not raining, but his wipers drew slow half-circles on […]A long time ago, I knew this guy named Agriellos Angriopoulis. Well, not quite. It's the quickest way to find what you're looking for: prompts, interviews, examples, definitions, craft articles, essays, flash pieces, and the like. The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts – (also accepts essays and poetry) publishes weekly online. We are in the chapel, lying on the floor. Three seconds, four, five. Elise sneaks into the woods behind her house and trips into the loamy concave of a grave the forest has sucked back beneath her skin. Our May 2020 Issue features Brian Turner, Sue William Silverman, Kristine Langley Mahler, Carly Anderson, Laurie Rachkus Uttich, Sara Ryan, Tyler Mills, Julie Marie Wade, Melissa Grunow, Katy Mullins, Will Howard, Lisa Lanser Rose, Michelle Myers, Kailyn McCord, and B. Bilby Garton. They’re often physically dirty, covered with the gritty dust […]I met him in a parking lot. His gift to you all this celebratory year is DO IT – Twelve hard lessons on learning by failing, succeeding by accident, never giving up and saying FXXK WRITING all at the same time. She is sober: arms crossed, eyes that refuse to look my way. After about a week, I was able to make the sparks join up between my fingers like fluorescent jelly webs. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! They might be able, they speculate, to drive all the way up to Stockholm, like they did in their first car—a miniscule silver Suzuki—a couple of summers ago on their first vacation together, without too much trouble. Order your copy today! Although the SFWA recognizes this magazine as a professional market, we frequently publish literary fiction … The crude headstone tells Elise that Mary Ann is buried here. Flash fiction stories are 1000 words or less. Publication in Flash Fiction Online counts toward the requirements for membership in the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA). If I concentrated, I could change the colours: purple, green, red.It takes thirteen scenes to illustrate how the 2019 installment of John F. Kennedy High School’s yearbook is like any other yearbook, in any other high school, in any other city, in the country:The crouching boy clasps a pigeon between cupped hands and stands tall, looks around the square for someone to affirm his triumph. Characters who walk outside the norms of society, who eschew the rules and cut their own trails through life’s jungles, not afraid to get a little blood on their blue jeans for the sake of the story.

There’s PB&J in my belly and Miami Heat flip flops cushioning my toes. As the name implies, they’re interested in compressed forms, so flash fiction of up to 600 words. He was unattended, headlights lifted up to the sky, wheels slowly turning, going nowhere. With over 60 selections of flash fiction, short story, poetry, and creative nonfiction from over 60 contributors, Coffin Bell: ONE is a treasure of stunning dark literature. SFWA Qualification. Her calf is a rumbled backside, and a bandaid has fallen half off revealing a nasty sore. Coffin Bell: ONE is Coffin Bell Journal’s first print anthology–a selection of pieces published in 2018. We publish one flash fiction story a day. Angry, for short. Soft music plays, as though distant, the gentle lolling of sea waves and the call of ocean birds in the background. You’re welcome! My eyes are closed. Written by Matter Press's founder and managing editor Randall Brown, A Pocket Guide to Flash Fiction provides NOT the way to write flash fiction, but SOME ways to make your writing flash! Hold. The blood stain waves hello as she makes progress past the elevator door. Softblow. Filed Under: Fiction Magazines, Flash Fiction Magazines, literary magazine, New and Interesting, Online Literary Magazine, Online Submissions They were small sparks at first, bright blue and crackling, just beneath my fingernails. […]Late one night, Alfonso crept to the manager’s cabin and stole a box of twelve prime cigars. Her round figure disappears without a turn right or left.It’s their third car in two years: a Toyota Auris, eleven years old, faded red. For more info on any number of flash-tabulous rewards including extra stories, personalized critiques, and more!What is it about gritty stories with gritty characters?

As I leaned over him to place my hands on his body, his hood ornament snared my cross, and his wheels stopped spinning. I don’t know what time it is. No: the […]CW: MENTAL ILLNESS, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE   September 2019  marks the twentieth anniversary of Jay’s decision to become a writer. There is alcohol on my breath. They publish flash fiction, prose poems, and hybrid forms and respond within two weeks. Flash Fiction Online is an open-genre publication and is currently OPEN to all submission categories. The boy returns to the café terrace where his parents are seated.I’m eleven, sitting in the Sister Danos Convent on my class’s field trip to Fort Wayne. Alfonso was an ancient cannery worker, disdained alike by his fellow canning union men and the […] Flash Fiction Online accepts REPRINTS. My sister, Sarah, sits beside me. We also frown on the gratuitous use of expletives. My head swims. Please no erotica, graphic sex, or egregious violence. Metaphorosis. As I leaned over him to place my hands on his body, his hood ornament snared my cross, and his wheels stopped spinning. Submissions are open from March 15, 2019 to June 15, 2019. Visit our site to read a variety of stories or submit your own. Sister Kate’s old, smooth voice: “Now let it out.”I’m fifteen, waiting for mom to pick me up from the station. It was not my fault.I park the truck at Williamsgate Assisted Living and replace the elastic of my face mask around the back of my head and over my ears. I hump a bag of meal deliveries to the 17th floor where the hallway is poorly lit and the cinder-block walls too narrow to allow a woman to pass me without difficulty.I look back.

They also pay. He returned to the bunkhouse and sat on the edge of his stinking pallet, smoking these pungent cigars one after the other.