Cora couldn’t explain why she was baking a blackberry pie at three in the morning, even though she hated blackberry pie. She couldn’t explain why she dug into every cardboard box, searching for all her kitchen tools. She couldn’t explain why she...
Congrats to all of our long-listed writers! Your story stood out to our readers and editors, and we're excited to continue reading to find the perfect shortlist to send to Judge Dan Chaon! Longlist: Temptation a white horse runs without its rider...
More info on Fractured Lit’s Micro Prize coming soon! Stay tuned for details on submissions, guidelines, prizes, and key dates. Full information will be shared shortly, so please check back for the official announcement.
Registration for the Fractured Lit Micro Class with Tommy Dean will be open November 1–30. Complete details will be available soon, so please check back for the official announcement, finalized schedule, and important updates.
More info on the Fracture and Fuse Prize coming soon! Stay tuned for details on submissions, guidelines, prizes, and key dates. Full information will be shared shortly, so please check back for the official announcement.
We want those stories that make a mystery out of the ordinary, that make the rational out of the mystical. We’re thrilled to partner with Guest Judge Tara Campbell, who will choose three prize winners from a shortlist.
We’re looking for stories that use flash fiction’s unique use of brevity and lyricism to create new twists on these familiar traditions. We want stories that take a slant approach, that create and illuminate the shadows, that awaken us to new ways of looking at our…
Ready for the opportunity to turn reality on its head? We want those stories that make a mystery out of the ordinary, that make the rational out of the mystical. Play with the edge of genre, but make sure your character is still the star of your story.
And the winner is… What the Bones Remember by Melinda Li We loved this story from its opening line. The way it plays with paradox creates this liminal space between a god and their people. The story had a great structure with the god returning in...
The sky went dark on a Monday, pushing the straining sun behind a curtain of smoke, creating an opaque swath of grayness where light would catch – lost – never making it to the retina, never lighting up the things we had been used to seeing: tree...
Back home inside our first floor apartment at 2PM, as we were, after a morning at the city library where we spent several hours while mom searched through the mysteries for one that suited her and I picked out a couple of graphic novels, after mom...
Dad calls it “Eyesore Trashtown”. I don't read perfect yet, but looking at the letters on the sign, I don’t think that’s right. “It’s called Eastlake Terrace,” Mom says, hugging her purse tight and shooing me into the elevator. “Dad thinks he’s...