flash fiction | flash fiction
Jul.06.2009
OK, so you know how it is when you submit something to a short story competition, and you wait and wait for the date they said they'd announce the winners, and then on that day they kindly let you know that you have to wait another month because they had so many entries, so you wait another month...
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Jul.02.2009
You've probably heard about this, but in case you haven't: NPR is holding a flash fiction contest. James Wood will read his favorite entries throughout the summer, and some will be published on the NPR web site.
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Jun.25.2009
My story about the secret lives of real estate agents is at The Legendary or at my website here.
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Jun.20.2009
The title of this column is the last line of the title of the last column.
It’s by Ana Hatherly, a Portuguese poet, who works primarily in the prose poem.
Her entire prose poem reads;
Once upon a time there was a land where there weren't any clouds.
To make rain, it was necessary to wash...
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Jun.20.2009
Recently, I finished editing the fiction section of a well-known literary magazine. I had a goal in mind---to mix traditional narrative with more experimental form. After a while--and especially after editing--I realized I was trying to follow what the late W.G. Sebald called “prose fiction”--i.e...
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Jun.15.2009
Photographs from my "Bicycles" series and a story, Fly Me to the Moon, are up at the brand new, shiny, The Bicycle Review. Take a ride over.
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May.28.2009
Back to the regular and joyful talk of short stories! I was eagerly awaiting the announcement of the winner of Columbia Journal's Fiction contest because it was judged by Diane Williams, editor of NOON Annual and writer of wonderfully surreal and often very very short stories. This was not a flash...
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May.25.2009
I invited my friend and fellow author, Maureen Sherbondy,to post on my blog today. When I first moved to North Carolina, I continued my habit of writing at Starbucks. One day I noticed a beautiful woman sitting at a nearby table. She'd type a little, then stare into space, then type a little more....
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May.21.2009
A young woman in a summer dress danced in the sun on the far side of the river. Her name was Molly, a redheaded Irish girl with green, green eyes like pale green tea. Her large family of redheaded siblings and redheaded parents and aunts and uncles picnicked on a nearby knoll. On the other side of...
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