'A single scene can be a very powerful and work as a complete flash fiction. The trick is to allude to more beyond the confines of the scene. Something that resonates emotionally that’s “bigger” than the scene itself.'
Interview with
@kathyfish
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There have been so many beautiful poems and short stories submitted to us so far. We'd love to see your flash fiction for our launch issue!
#flashfiction
#litmag
#submissions
'sometimes we just powerwalk on opposite sides of the street until we can forgive each other again it’s like tattooing it doesn’t always have to mean something...'
We love
@mairmacleod
's poems! You can read them here -
'You can eat the bloodred word you use for “pomegranates” as seeds spill from your mouth and juice fills your cheeks.'
Read
@robertallenpoet
's amazing poems here -
'Her life always hung by such a delicate thread. There were always so many rules to be followed, so why shouldn’t she make her own?'
Read
@callasmith4
's fantastic flash fiction piece 'No More Gravity' here -
I know a man who said he kissed lips that kissed lips that kissed lips that kissed lips that kissed Whitman's lips
Diane Seuss, [I hope when it happens]
'I waited to see if the game could be background, but cards moved, spade on spade, heart on heart... Was I so boring she needed a game to get through my session?'
Read
@JenglishLeary
's clever flash fiction piece 'Our Time Is Up For Today' here:
'I click my fingers, make the children freeze, because I can pause time.'
Read
@sarahbooga
's wonderfully titled flash piece 'My procrastination (on the eve of the apocalypse)' here -
'Mia began collecting plants soon after I was released from hospital last time, dragging in any abandoned bundle she found on the sidewalk. Soon, we had to remove most of the furniture...'
Read
@katgotyourpen
's lush gothic flash 'Putredine' here:
'pages would/ have unfurled after waves rose up to layer it out
in its to-and-fro of liquid reading. Or if he left the
book opened on a taverna table when drinking
to a different forgetfulness...'
Read
@omahaglenn
's beautiful poems here:
'Evenings at the smokey folk club,
roll-ups and real ale –
you tune up,
strum your guitar
and sing.
In bed, after midnight,
soft from drink and mingling,
our bodies warm and damp,
I wonder
if I’ve been played.'
Read
@CeinwenHaydon
's poem '1971' here:
'All writing proceeds from memory because the present moment is evanescent, then lost. The future’s out there like untrodden snow....' Bridport & Edge Hill Prize winner
@grahammort
interviewed by
@pmcallister15
'Here, amid windswept sands, it was not easy for green things to grow—everything we owned was covered by wind and sand, the color of Ba’s hope, the color of plants, the color of life.'
Read
@HuinaZ85292
's exquisite fable 'Wasteland Dragon' here:
'I plant
pumpkin seeds
not far from
where we once
lounged
tracing wishes
in the outlines
of shifting clouds'
Read
@erin_simmer
's evocative poems here:
'The only art on the wall is an illustration of the spiritual body with squiggly rays, but it doesn’t look cosmic at all, more like a chalk outline of a murder victim...'
Read
@lclmixedupmedia
's mesmerising flash piece 'Flicker' here -
'The house in my dream was always the house I grew up in. A terraced house on Rochdale road. One of a thousand.'
Read 'Skin in the Game' a new flash fiction piece by
@grahammort
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