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Every Day Fiction

Every Day Fiction is a magazine that specializes in fine fiction in bite-sized doses. Every day, they publish a new short story that can be read during lunch hour, on transit, or over breakfast.

 Every Day Fiction is looking for very short (flash) fiction, of up to 1,000 words. “There’s no such thing as too short — if you can do the job in 50 words, have at it! — but our readers prefer pieces that tell or at least hint at a complete story.”

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4 comments

  1. Kathy Myers

    Thanks for this submission resource Marlene. To craft a complete story with a thousand word limit is challenging, but a great exercise in selecting words for maximum impact. Constance Hale, in her forum talk, and in her books, was inspiring in this regard (as are you, and your little bell too, Marlene!) It’s easy to sign up at everyday fiction and get a story sent to your email daily. Very good writing.

    1. mcullen Post author

      You’re welcome, Kathy. I hope to post places to submit every Saturday. Hope you submit!

  2. Ke11y

    I can lose myself in the depths of graves, mingling with bones, sifting through dust, looking for a story. It may be there that I find the heart of a hero, the soul of a herdsman, or the eye of a beggar. Each expedition a story in-itself and on the wings of a bird I visit each of their lives, lives once lived upon the earth and not below it. I see multitudes worshipping the hero, find the serenity of the herdsman, feel the clinging hope of the beggar as he receives bread from a stranger. I could stay and watch the story develop but my mind lives in a transient abode. I run the same course that writers before me have run. Feel the same sun, drink from the same streams, see the same sights, meet the changes they must have met while on their pilgrimage road.

    The blink of an eye sees me passing Saturn, on my way to Mars, dreaming on the twilight. Space offers me enchanted visions, plunged as they are in mystery and future callings that curdle with religion, family, native land, and cradle. I’m carried on a tear, crossing boundaries no spacecraft could endure. Away to places where sunshine and rain are but words in a distant library. Pleasure and pain just a velvety memory. Lunar electricity distancing me from the behemoths rutting beauty. Carried by imagination toward a life force of the future. Exiled in bottomless journeying nights.

    I’m shrouded in the violet fog of words. Carried on the backs of a sea horses. Sojourning among the archipelagos of dreams.

    I journey with no companions. My drifting mind sees mermaids under waves of pearl, below clamouring birds, tossed and turned and made love to among a thousand shorelines. I live in the wrecks of ships, my lungs sodden with water, mindless of hurricanes, grazing peacefully among the ocean herds of tranquil prehistoric lives.

    I am transported on the adventures of childhood, soaring on the heights of that day, riding the genius of trouble. The child who sets every sail, for whom there is never a turning back. You have to do or die. For there goes the child of my imagination.

    I am all these things.

    I bathe in the juices of women, like a butterfly in May, touching the tender membranes, splitting the keel and sailing ever on, toward the untouchable, looking for the mysterious beginnings of my soul. The scented cavern where a child squats. It is here you will find me needing everything but neglect. I live, a child in the lower belly of literature.

    1. mcullen Post author

      Lyrical writing, Kelly. A wonderful opportunity to slow down and savor your words. Thank you for posting.

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