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Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
@gooseberrypielit.bsky.social
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Publishes 6-sentence stories 2nd Thursday every month. No more than 400 words. Submissions always open. Never a fee.

Editor, Jeff Harvey (@jhhwriter.bsky.social)

https://gooseberry-pie.com/submissions/
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“But I don’t tell my son that because I don’t want to glorify chewing tobacco, driving erratically, or not wearing your seatbelt.” @thorntonforreal.bsky.social
Subway Was Real When You Worked There - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Taylor Flowe on Unsplash by Lisa Thornton reads my son aloud from my senior yearbook and I’m not sure yet who the inscription is from but then he says no one has fallen out of my car lately a...
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November 20, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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Best MicroFiction nominees 2026 from @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social

Jen Wrightsmith
Kalliopy Paleos
@francinewitte.bsky.social
@claudiamonpere.bsky.social
Jane Yager

Congratulations to all!♥️
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A La Mode Archives - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
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November 20, 2025 at 12:44 PM
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“On the morning after my mother’s funeral, I started on the walls with a color called Summer Grass Green…”
@jekwriter.bsky.social
Paint Fumes - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Taelynn Christopher on Unsplash by Jessica Klimesh On the morning of my mother’s funeral, I woke up early to prep the house for painting, spreading out drop cloths, taping edges, and priming ...
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November 19, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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By @jekwriter.bsky.social
“Being young, I adjusted quickly to having only one eye, because, as the ER doctor said, kids are resilient.”
All Fun and Games Until Someone Loses an Eye - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Mohamed Marey on Unsplash by Jessica Klimesh When my left eyeball popped out, it bounced so fast and high, like a superball, against my ceiling, against my walls, against my closet door, that...
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November 18, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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“My son has given up, we’ve gone too long, too far, and he lies down for a sunburnt rest, paddle tucked under arm.”
— @stephieosaurus.bsky.social
Anyone Who Falls Does Not Drown but Decays1 - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Peter Robbins on Unsplash by Stephanie Frazee I am kayaking with my son on the river that once caught fire and has never been allowed another personality, has only been judged in terms of pro...
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November 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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sudhab.bsky.social Sudha Balagopal @sudhab.bsky.social · 3d
So happy to have a micro up @fictivedream.bsky.social today.
Thank you so much, editor Laura Black🙏
fictivedream.bsky.social Fictive Dream @fictivedream.bsky.social · 3d
"...so I took away television and video games until you corrected yourself, making me proud of the discipline I'd instilled in you..." Mama, I'm Home by Sudha Balagopal @sudhab.bsky.social #microfiction #MicroMonday. Please click on the link and enjoy fictivedream.com/2025/11/17/m...
November 17, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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‘The swollen traffic comes and goes. The heart roosts where it can.’

Goodness! What a micro in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social, @claudiamonpere.bsky.social 🎹

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Player - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Paul Arky on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere A piano tilts on the dirt beside a freeway entrance like an unbalanced stilt walker: chipped keys, case body cracked, chunks of wood missing, and stil...
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November 17, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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“… I just start shouting part of the dream, what’s left of it, THERE’S A BUS IN A CITY, because for fuck’s sake, it’s almost gone, but another husband honks the horn twice, short, angry blasts, and …”

@emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/or-was-it-a-...
Or Was It a Baby? - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Diane Picchiottino on Unsplash by Emily Rinkema It’s 5:00 a.m. and I ask my husband if he wants to hear my dream, but he pulls the quilt over his shoulders. I ask my other husband, but he jus...
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November 16, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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“… because the fact was I wanted none of this to be real—me in my black dress and lace spider-web tights that, it had occurred to me walking to Grace Cathedral, my stepmother would look at askance and …”

@kimmagowan.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/instead-of-g...
Instead of Going to My Father's Funeral - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by boris misevic on Unsplash by Kim Magowan I went to a bar called (I kid you not) The Last Chance Saloon, and ordered a double. “A double what?” said the bartender, wearily, and so I said “A do...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:02 PM
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“And I was determined to not say a word about it to moshpit Melody or her third husband, Mitch. Not how they bathed every houseguest in their unctuousness, not how roses were the gift of the divine …”

@rgvaughan.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/the-roses-we...
The Roses Were Really Something - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Simon HUMLER on Unsplash by Robert Vaughan I hadn’t noticed them when we arrived, too caught up in running into Melody who’d fucked half of her co-workers and the entire neighboring Waukesha ...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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“Freddy’s partially deflated blue balloon, drifting from behind the spare bedroom door when Grammy Ruth went in to vacuum, to drown out Grampa Earl’s voice ranting in the kitchen …”

@tcboudreau.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/keepsakes/
Keepsakes - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Lena Polishko on Unsplash by Timothy Boudreau Freddy’s green lizard race car with a pink tongue painted on the hood, pulled from under the couch when Grammy Ruth scrambled to find her pearl e...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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“The heart roosts where it can.”

Players + 2 by @claudiamonpere.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/player/
Player - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Paul Arky on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere A piano tilts on the dirt beside a freeway entrance like an unbalanced stilt walker: chipped keys, case body cracked, chunks of wood missing, and stil...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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“… and I couldn’t help but wonder if anything would ever be normal again or if this was my life now. Or if I was looking at this all wrong and it was actually …”

Paint Fumes + 1 by @jekwriter.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/paint-fumes/
Paint Fumes - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Taelynn Christopher on Unsplash by Jessica Klimesh On the morning of my mother’s funeral, I woke up early to prep the house for painting, spreading out drop cloths, taping edges, and priming ...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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“Wasn’t long before you said what you said, which later you’d say I shouldn’t hold against you because you hadn’t been yourself …”

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Transmogrification - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Logan Voss on Unsplash by Michelle Ross The morning was pleasant, so we kept walking, forgetting how quickly conditions change. By the time we turned around, we’d run out of shade—no reprieve...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:22 PM
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“Meet me there, at the road where there are two diners across the street from each other, where the fields behind them lie open to the sky, begging for rain.”

@cherylpappas.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/i-dreamt-of-...
I Dreamt of Dust - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Stephen Tafra on Unsplash by Cheryl Pappas Meet me there, at the road where there are two diners across the street from each other, where the fields behind them lie open to the sky, begging f...
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November 17, 2025 at 1:24 AM
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Completely gorgeous piece by @claudiamonpere.bsky.social
November 17, 2025 at 6:25 AM
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By @claudiamonpere.bsky.social

“My father’s voice is silent, but not his lungs, which crackle, bubble, wheeze when he breathes.”
Silver is Silent— and the Number 8: Loops of Nothing - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Ramez E. Nassif on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere My father’s voice is silent, but not his lungs, which crackle, bubble, wheeze when he breathes.  My brother is not silent, slinging funny insult...
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November 16, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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Player by @claudiamonpere.bsky.social
“The swollen traffic comes and goes. The heart roosts where it can.”
Player - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Paul Arky on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere A piano tilts on the dirt beside a freeway entrance like an unbalanced stilt walker: chipped keys, case body cracked, chunks of wood missing, and stil...
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November 15, 2025 at 2:33 PM
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“In the morning we never hold hands. We never walk by that house. We never speak of what happened at that neighborhood barbeque…”
@claudiamonpere.bsky.social
Morning Stroll - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Tatiana Tochilova on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere In the morning we always walk the neighborhood, greeting the ginkgos and red maples, the dogs, smelling the smoke from our neighbors’ wood sto...
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November 14, 2025 at 11:32 AM
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"I am kayaking with my son on the river that once caught fire and has never been allowed another personality"

So much depth to this emotionally layered piece from @stephieosaurus.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social
November 14, 2025 at 8:51 AM
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"A wishy-washy wave of partial kindness inflected itself within the row of syllables Matthew methodically released into the ear canal of the woman limbo-ed on hold"

Love the use of sound in this piece from
@shemurph.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social

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November 14, 2025 at 8:54 AM
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"Our Papa preaches at New Word Presbyterian: “God will smite sinners,” he yells and pounds his fist on the pulpit"

Brilliant use of a title to add an extra dimension in this piece from @salgal.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social

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Three Truths and a Lie - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash by Sally R Simon No one knows the hiding spot where I go when there’s too much noise, like Dad yelling at Mom or Jimmy playing rap too loud or Walter mowing the meadow,...
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November 14, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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"They start in the attic with buckets and bleach, their efficient brooms sweeping spiders into tiny binbags as sunlight spills through gaps in the broken shingles"

Wonderful build to this from @maireadwrites.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social and what a group of three to end on ❤️
November 14, 2025 at 8:58 AM
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"it was at the exact moment Earl took a hard left and Jason wasn’t wearing his seat belt so he fell out of the car and landed in a ball"

Love the breathless rush of this piece from @thorntonforreal.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social

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November 14, 2025 at 9:00 AM
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So thrilled to be in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social again!!
November 13, 2025 at 10:33 PM