This morning I woke up to an act of generosity. It's a dream come true to hear that their stories resonate with readers, and I'm honored that @turnandwork has published a feature on some of my recent flash stories.
Thank you, Hugh. ❤️
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@DEHardywriter Diana, you know I love this story, right? I totally remember you reading it at one of those Smokelong readings, and it's one of those stories I wanted to hold in my hands forever... and now I can. Congrats.
Hi friends, I’m struggling to promote and pre-sell my debut collection ALL THAT BLUE. With the way that Finishing Line works, pre-orders are everything. If you can, please do pre-order. I will be forever grateful! 💙
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Check out the newest collection of Mythic Micros curated by @NathanBorn2010 ⬇️ and then check back for an upcoming collection from @moranpress (and maybe a collection from you?)
@doylejacq@SundogLit@Mreras I know! A series! The idea is simmering on my back burner. I'll be sure to canvas all my menopausal friends when I start that one in earnest! LOL! But first, I need to get my transgender NIF out of my brain.
Huge thank you to @SundogLit and Eric Rasmussen @Mreras for really seeing this story and loving it as much as I do. It was a complete pleasure working with Eric and I totally love this lit mag! They are awesome!
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Do not let them into your heart, she tells me, a single child hoping for a friend, a teenager dreaming of her first boyfriend. Their love is like poison.
Lisobel Tang in @trampset
"Do not let them into your heart, she tells me, a single child hoping for a friend, a teenager dreaming of her first boyfriend. Their love is like poison."
Lisobel Tang's "China Dog"
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and finally for once not singing about god but singing about fire, my father who was not dead then and still not dead now 20 years later, 20 years of me talking to his living ghost
crazy, but I held my breath reading this the first time thru, so good @thedrevlow@trampset
"I pretended Johnny Cash was my father and my father, like Johnny Cash, was finally dead so I could finally forgive him all the ways that he’d been mean and dismissive to me"
@thedrevlow's "The Ghost of Johnny Cash Sings of Fire"
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The light at the end of the tunnel started out invisible, and I moved by hope alone. Slowly, during all this walking, it has grown from a pinprick to the size of a quarter.
Claustrophobic and tenacious, with an ending that just hits @sugarpigblog@templeinacity
The sculptor had left off the scar on her forehead. The inch-long half moon above her right eyebrow is her favorite thing about her face. With her thumbnail, she cuts the scar into the butter
wow, the subtext of this story took my breath away @emilyrinkema@templeinacity
Presenting the dazzling contributor list of Issue 2. So much literary beauty is coming your way! We're beyond excited to share it with you all.
#namjooning#namjooningbutliterary
So appreciative to @LascauxReview for picking my story, Détente, as a finalist for the 2025 Lascaux Prize in Flash Fiction.
And of course, huge thanks go out to judge @sarahillswrites and @BathFlashAward where it first appeared.
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The water carved its own path, and I moved around it, listening to the songs you sent me, the lyrics heavier now, sharper than when you were still breathing, laughing, hoping.
gorgeous prose @melissacuisine@ReckonReview