Inspired by Lit Hubâs 100 rejections per year post, my goal was to make at least 50 submissions in 2017. Since my last contest roundup, Iâm at 108 submissions and 79 rejections. Iâm also delighted to share that Iâve earned my first acceptance for publication in fiction and nonfiction. Itâs …Read More »
A few years ago, when I taught English Composition at a community college, one of the first essays Iâd assign students was âThe Transactionâ by William Zinsser. In the essay, Zinsser writes about a doctor who has recently begun to write and has experienced some publishing successes. He compares his …Read More »
» A Land of Make-Believe by Avis Hickman-Gibb Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
The sun was hot. That summer was a scorcher. I remember the sweat trickling down the sides of my face. I was always sticky and grubby â I spent most of my time outdoors playing with my new friend. We went to the park, played in my back garden, and …Read More »
He couldnât recollect her name. What he remembered was the place she told him she came from. âIâm from a wonderful town called Sewickley.â She pronounced it carefully and distinctly, as if he were a slow second-grader. Perhaps if sheâd said âMy name is Suuusan,â he would have remembered her …Read More »
The spiders died that night. Content continues after advertisement I saw them in my dreams â a tangle of black spreading across the hills, punctuated by jointed legs, flexing slowly in the heat. I found them in the bath tub, legs given way under the weight of their bodies. I …Read More »
The retreat was high in the hills and hundreds of years away. Here they rose with the Sun and slept with its setting, under low eaves, on rows of futons head to toe, occasionally visited by field mice. They took tea, chanted mantras, shared the daily tasks with few words …Read More »
The banquet room was dark and crowded. The walls stood dim and abyssal, wrapped in waves of glossy fabric cascading across the rippled periphery, ocean blue and glacial, like the walls of ice box covered in cold satin, glazed in indigo. Content continues after advertisement Maggie, noticing that her reception …Read More »
When your personal income for the year is $542, with $500 of that total coming from a tax write-off for donating a car to charity, you obviously have time to consider the world around you. You read a lot and start to notice patterns emerging in the culture you inhabit. …Read More »
» Five Billion Kilometers Closer to Heaven by Joshua Scully Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
When John Jurrjens finally sat down at the table, his knees felt brittle, and his extremities were numb. During the previous sixteen hours, he had painstakingly replaced the elevator motor, repaired damage done to the elevator shed by a recent ice floe, bored a four foot hole into the surface, …Read More »
The smoke curled out of the cigarette as he lay naked on the bed, muscles curling into each other. Delete. He walked like poetry, the slow grace of his movements rushing through her until all she could do was gasp. Delete. He sat on the porch, cheeks stained with tears, …Read More »