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appalachiabrat · 1 month
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found out a lit mag accepted one of my poems for publication n i am so excited :’)
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crabtalesmagazine · 8 months
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Crab Tales Magazine - Submissions Open!
We are open for submissions until the 23rd September.
Please see our submissions page for guidelines on what we are looking for: https://crabtalesmagazine.com/
We pay 3 cents per word.
We love SFF and we love crabs!
*clicks claws*
Rachel Handley is our EIC (and everything else).
You can support the magazine here: https://ko-fi.com/crabtalesmagazine
All donations go towards paying our contributors!
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beestungmag · 2 months
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Want to send in new work to beestung, our online quarterly micro magazine for two-spirit, non-binary, and genderqueer writers and artists? We're only accepting work by three more people, then closing for subs till August! https://beestungmag.com/about/
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redsheeppublishing · 2 months
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April 30th
Two month until the submission deadline for Issue 1, Honey Crueler, is closed- however on April 1st, we will be announcing our second issue theme for all those who wish to submit but either couldn't make the first deadline or didn't feel the first theme suited them-
Again, have all of your work for Issue 1, Honey Crueler, submitted by April 30th and wait for April 1 st to see issue 2's theme announced.
Looking forward to seeing what you all got for us
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wrongpublishing · 4 months
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Increase Your Literary Body Count in 2024
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by Mathew Gostelow.
"In my slut era," I whispered, sending the story out on its ninth simultaneous submission.
At the most recent count, I wrote 60-odd things in 2024 and submitted them a total of 202 times in all. 42 of them were published in some form. Along the way, I racked up 90 rejections. All in all, I published somewhere around 44,000 words in 2023.
I was whoring my stories all over, like some sort of village bike made of ink and shamelessness. I spent a year subbing sluttily. I had a blast doing it too. I got a fair few publications under my belt, made new friends, and learned some lessons as well. Here’s just a few of them…  
Change horses midstream
I’ve discovered I work best when I’m juggling multiple projects at once. It sounds counter-intuitive and I guess it might not work for everyone, but I reckon everyone should try it.
The idea is to have several stories on the go at one time. Three feels ideal. I find that I will inevitably run out of steam on a piece – my interest or focus always flags at some point. Switching to something new acts as a vital palate-cleanser. I’m able to return to each project afresh, bringing new energy and perspective thanks to the time I spent away.
Follow the fun 
Don't be afraid to mix it up. Move out of your comfort zone.
If your latest flash isn’t quite working, why not rewrite it as a poem? Or mash it together with another half-finished piece and see what happens. In a longer piece, it’s okay to jump straight to the scene that's exciting you in that moment. Fill in the gaps and the preamble later.
Try things out. Write flash, write microfiction, write a poem. Seen a shiny prompt? Go for it. Plunge into a genre that you'd normally avoid. You might have fun, you might learn something. You might even end up with a story worth submitting.
Lean into your weird
I'm not saying you're weird, but… you’re totally weird. The way you tell stories is uniquely yours. You understand the world through the filter of your own personal experiences. And you express those observations in wonderfully idiosyncratic ways. 
One thing this prolific year taught me is that I love my writing more when I delve into those quirky parts of me. It could be sharing an oddly-specific fear in a horror story, or playing with words in a way that feels pleasing and musical to me.
Putting those unusual parts of yourself out into the world can be scary, but it's also fun. And I've found that readers and editors seem to respond to it as well.
Sim-subbing is addictive - but tread carefully
Simultaneous submissions are great. Is that one mag taking a bit long to decide on whether they want you piece? Send it somewhere else. Feel those sweet endorphins coursing through your veins. Oh yeah. That’s the stuff.
Here’s what I learned from a year of very heavy simultaneous submissions: Send a piece out to as many places as you like – but only if you're equally happy with ever possible outcome. That’s the important bit.
If you have your heart set on a specific home for a story then for gawd’s sakes don't sub it anywhere else until they have decided. Otherwise you risk tying yourself in knots if/when one of the lesser mags accepts it before your dream publisher has decided.
Play fast and loose!
Themed calls are great. They can be inspiring, sparking fresh ideas in our minds. Or help us to see our existing stories in a new light. But here’s what I learned this year: don’t be afraid to come at the theme from an obtuse angle.
Editors must get tired of reading 50 different permutations of the same story. Your off-kilter take could be just the breath of fresh air they're looking for.
And if you have a story already written when a call comes along and it feels like it's close-ish to what they're looking for, then you should throw it in the mix. What have you got to lose?
A true story from this year:
I had a story accepted after misunderstanding what a themed call was all about. I didn’t read the instructions carefully enough and subbed the wrong thing. I realised immediately after pulling the trigger and considered withdrawing my piece. For some reason, though, I didn't. (Slut era!) The editors saw something in my story and accepted the piece.
Moral: Don’t slavishly follow the theme. Go crazy.
Dilute the sting
Rejections can hurt, especially if you have your sights set on a specific magazine or anthology. But you know what helps? Rebound sex. Er… I mean, rebound submissions. Get that same piece back out there. Heck, send it to two places. Go crazy. You get closure by moving on. Also, the more you submit, the more rejection notches you get on your bedpost. And you know what, after a while you’ll find it starts to sting a lot less. 
So there you go. Lessons from a promiscuous wordmonger. Why not try to up your literary body count in 2024? You might like it. Repeat after me: “Slut era”.
Mathew Gostelow (he/him) is the author of two collections; See My Breath Dance Ghostly, a book of speculative short stories (Alien Buddha Press) and Connections, a flash fiction chapbook (Naked Cat Publishing). He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best Microfiction. @MatGost
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letssaygayjournal · 11 months
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Happy Pride Month everyone! Let's Say Gay is partnering with Bridge Ink to extend and reach queer youth everywhere. We are pleased to announce our partnership, and would like to remind you that the deadline for submissions has been extended to July 1st.
Submit to LET’S SAY GAY! a literary journal for queer-identifying youth ages 13-18. We accept writing, poetry, visual art, and photography. We are accepting of all queer identities and the intersectionality and nuance that may accompany them. And it's free to submit! You don't even have to put your name out in the public. For more information on submission guidelines, go to lsglitjournal.com
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risingphoenixpress · 5 months
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Submit your Micro Chapbooks Here
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i-am-very-confuse · 8 months
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HELLO BEASTS
do you like HORROR?!
do you like WRITING?!
do you like MONEY?!
WELL HAVE I GOT THE CONTEST FOR YOU!
the echo lit mag “Do Not Disturb” themed horror writing contest is open for anyone age 13-19 and has a $200 prize!!
more information is at echolitmag.com !!!!!
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thoughtportal · 27 days
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peachynm · 7 months
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galaxiesreborn · 6 months
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hello! my name is juno, and welcome to my corner of the internet! i will mostly be posting about poetry, but also venting about college application season, ap chemistry, and obsessing over my current scientific research project (feasibility of community gardens to increase social connectivity in food deserts!!!!). i am autistic, queer, and use any pronouns! i am 17 and run ad infinitum litmag (hit us up with ur submissions plsss). i am a law and order enthusiast, i love breaking bad, strawberry applesauce, turkey bacon, documentaries, skiing, music & lyricism, and chess!
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archivalsummers · 7 months
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poem from fishbarrel review
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totallyawesomesocks · 7 months
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not enough silly little guys with brain rot starting lit mags and then writing guides for other silly little guys to follow tbh
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When I was in 10th grade, I was in the literary magazine club. The club had faded from my school for several years, but I helped some friends rebuild it with my English teacher.
I was never brave enough to submit anything for the publication, but soon before the magazine was published, we hosted a program called Shout Out.
Anyone who wanted to read something they wrote (even if it was not in the magazine), could get up.
I was expecting maybe 3 people, plus the editing team.
But the auditorium was FULL. Students, parents, some teachers.
And I stood up to read.
But before I read, I told my audience, "I just want to let you know that none of the names or events in this story depict real people or events. Everything is completely fictional."
And then I spoke for 30 minutes, reading a short(?) story I wrote about this girl who was systematically and repeatedly raped by her father, her brother, and her best friend's brother, each one unaware of the other two, until one day, a medical condition puts her in the hospital, where she finds out she's pregnant.
I wove this tale about a 16 year old girl who asked her doctors to banish her family from her room, unable to speak the forbidden words that would simultaneously grant her freedom and render her homeless.
I practically whispered the bittersweet ending of a 19 year old with a two year old son that looked just like her husband, because she didn't know how to live alone, so she chose an uneven path, gradually learning how to fall in love with her best friend's brother.
I ended the story with her going to a high school with her son and talking to a health class during their sex ed week, telling her story.
Then I thanked my audience for their time and sat back down, my knees trembling something fierce and the silence so PROMINENT, even I could have heard the pin drop.
While everyone else decided to clap to fill the silence (still not sure why they gave me a standing ovation--it wasn't a GOOD story), my dad, sitting in the seat next to me, leaned over and whispered, "I'm really glad you warned everyone at the beginning that it was fictional, because they would probably be trying to arrest me by now if you hadn't."
When everyone was done reading, a friend of mine found me and said, "first off, how dare you have her end up with her rapist, that's evil, and I hate you for that. Second, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, and omg, that was SO GOOD. Third, it was good that you said that thing at the beginning, but seriously, anyone who has ever met your dad knows he's basically a teddy bear. But also. WHY DID YOU HAVE HER END UP WITH HIM????"
And I just shrugged, because I didn't really want to answer, but Ive never told anybody this before, so here goes.
The reason I had her choose her non-blood relative rapist to marry, was because I had started getting really bad episodes where I basically wanted to kill myself. But I didn't want to make my family find my body, because ouch, do I hate THEM, or do I hate ME?
But every breath weighed me down until I was drowning, so I wrote this character that I could give my worst to. Someone who had it worse than me, who would need to find a sliver of hope to survive past the current hour. And I gave her my worst. I gave her a life that should have killed her, but she lived.
I gave her everything I hated, and more.
And then, I imagined my dull future of having to simply...*live,* and I gave it to her in the worst way possible that I could think of: by marrying her rapist.
And still, she lived.
And still, she loved.
Because I wanted to see someone be worse off and continue on living. Because that gave me the strength to do it myself.
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andromedaexists · 5 months
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l'éclipse ardente
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Got some exciting news last night…
A short story I wrote and y'all didn't know about (because i've been so swamped in school stuff and Not Here), l'éclipse ardente, was accepted into sophon lit's 3rd Issue: Eclipse!!
It's got: ☀️ballet 🌑queer celestial bodies ☀️yearning 🌑desperation and most importantly… it's got love as devotion!
I do want to talk a little bit more about this piece, since I have the room to here. I really challenged myself with this short story. When I first heard about submissions for the Eclipse issue, I had an idea pop into my head for a story based on the greek mythology behind the eclipse. That would have been something I'm more familiar with: a story of wrath and anger.
But I wanted to go outside of my own comfort zone, and I've been rewarded for doing so! As many of y'all know, I don't write about love often, if at all. Sure, I have my grief short stories that are technically about love, but they're more about the loss of love. This piece, while containing themes of grief, is wholly about the beauty of love and of devoting yourself to the one you love.
And that is something that I think is incredibly beautiful, even though I don't often talk or write about it.
So I really hope y'all love it!
(yes of course i'm gonna give y'all a taste of this story)
We’ve been playing this game for millennia now, the Sun and I. It’s all we’ve—I’ve—ever known. We dance around one another, teasing each other. Coming together briefly only to have cruel fate swing us out of the other’s grasp at the last moment and hold us apart.
We fall in love over and over and over again, because what else is there for us to do?
And why not another sneak peek?
And when we get to come together? Oh, when we get to come together…
That’s when everything falls into place, when the very whims of the universe make sense to me.
AND ANOTHER
It’s these moments that keep me moving, keep me dancing for every moment of my existence. It’s what I was created for, what I’ve been subsisting off. I have carved a home for myself in the gaze of my Sun.
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lamarckianenterprises · 2 months
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New Zine Alert
My Zine is now accepting submissions for 800 to 3000 word Vignettes btw :3
We're not like, listed on chillsubs or anything yet and we have nowhere near the volume of submissions to make our target of April as our first issue yet since we're less than a week old, but if you like writing or reading stories that don't quite end properly then give us a look!
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