The flash fiction short story contest winner of Writing Bad's 2020 Flash Fiction Labor Day Contest. "A Grandfather's Clock," by Eddie Vegas.
“I dare you to jump off the top,” we would say To whoever had turned up to play on each day. Billy, or Rosie, or Joseph, or Mike, The boy with the flag on the back of his bike, The two older boys whose names I don’t know, Who chased off the bully who bloodied... Continue Reading →
After pouring hours, months, and even years of hard work into a manuscript, few things are as crushing as the rejection a writer receives when they are striving to become published. Yet, the truth is, some manuscripts don't even get read before they're tossed into the slush pile. Sometimes the reasons are obvious, and other times, not so much. But writers may be surprised how often the reasons could have been prevented.
Here are some simple steps every writer can take to decrease the slush-pile odds.
Some bitch took a chunk out of Anderson’s throat, and we had to get the fuck out the village before we all ended up dead. Yeah, sure, you could blame the sickness. As if the boils and the puking aren’t bad enough, the fever makes you crazy. But, it wasn’t the sickness. It was her—the... Continue Reading →
I remember the first time I saw "NaNoWriMo" mentioned in an online writer's forum. I immediately thought it must be some new, millennial slang term or text-cronym that I had yet to learn the meaning. So when I Googled it, I was thrilled to discover it instead to be an incredible, month-long challenge presented to writers everywhere: 50,000 words in 30 days.