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We're looking for your flash fiction, short stories, poems, and essay pitches starting December 1st!
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We're looking for your flash fiction, short stories, poems, and essay pitches starting December 1st!
Check out our guidelines here: plotthoundmag.com/submissions/
“You are either very wise,” said Twirl, “or very cruel.”
The unicorn’s long lashes swept over their cheek. “Why can I not be both?”
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“You are either very wise,” said Twirl, “or very cruel.”
The unicorn’s long lashes swept over their cheek. “Why can I not be both?”
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"You want to press your snout into the wound, but have just enough man-sense left in your dog-mind to hold back and stay still, your ears tucked down low..."
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"You want to press your snout into the wound, but have just enough man-sense left in your dog-mind to hold back and stay still, your ears tucked down low..."
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"The name they had for him, or what passed for one, was a low tut and a breath through the nose, followed by a little rasp. It meant, as near as he could translate, 'Mild Fish and Linen.'"
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"The name they had for him, or what passed for one, was a low tut and a breath through the nose, followed by a little rasp. It meant, as near as he could translate, 'Mild Fish and Linen.'"
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"I saw. I know. Night grows hot. Egg cracks embers. Flames sprout wings and a phoenix hatches awake."
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"I saw. I know. Night grows hot. Egg cracks embers. Flames sprout wings and a phoenix hatches awake."
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"Man wanted the sun, and he’d have sucked it dry, turned it to tall towers of glass and more machines. So I swallowed it, to protect it from the Man.”
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"Man wanted the sun, and he’d have sucked it dry, turned it to tall towers of glass and more machines. So I swallowed it, to protect it from the Man.”
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"We are both shadows of each other, but we are also ebb and flow, binary stars forever circling, both shining just as bright."
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"We are both shadows of each other, but we are also ebb and flow, binary stars forever circling, both shining just as bright."
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"So, why, sister, are you here, with your milky feathers, your downy breast, your songbird pleading for more time, more love, more sameness?"
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"So, why, sister, are you here, with your milky feathers, your downy breast, your songbird pleading for more time, more love, more sameness?"
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"You step out of the skin around your legs and kick it off like you are a tree and it was bark you had to scrape off."
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"You step out of the skin around your legs and kick it off like you are a tree and it was bark you had to scrape off."
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"Always together; always side by side. I thought sometimes it would be more pleasant to be Eight, or One, and have some privacy to one side at least."
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"Always together; always side by side. I thought sometimes it would be more pleasant to be Eight, or One, and have some privacy to one side at least."
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"Ren dreams in her pyrobed for three years as the ship diverts its course, travels to the next destination. She has died six hundred and seventeen times."
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"Ren dreams in her pyrobed for three years as the ship diverts its course, travels to the next destination. She has died six hundred and seventeen times."
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"Her voice is a thundering, a wooing.
It grays into a many-beaked murder
eating the hearts of mortal man."
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"Her voice is a thundering, a wooing.
It grays into a many-beaked murder
eating the hearts of mortal man."
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"It was a shamble type of eve, the moon bulging quiet and hush-hush up in the sky. I had a full pouch and none was buying, not even the raccoons tussling in the big cans."
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"It was a shamble type of eve, the moon bulging quiet and hush-hush up in the sky. I had a full pouch and none was buying, not even the raccoons tussling in the big cans."
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"Something was taking them. The rumors had been spread by her lover who had seen fields of the dead, their horns taken, their skins removed, their meat left to rot."
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"Something was taking them. The rumors had been spread by her lover who had seen fields of the dead, their horns taken, their skins removed, their meat left to rot."
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If you have a story, poem, essay pitch, or flash fic to send us, now's the time!
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If you have a story, poem, essay pitch, or flash fic to send us, now's the time!
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"Where dusk frays into threads of night,
a serpent spills from fissured stone,
his body a gutter, ice-glimpse of blackness
like obsidian vine drunk on night’s wine-light."
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"Where dusk frays into threads of night,
a serpent spills from fissured stone,
his body a gutter, ice-glimpse of blackness
like obsidian vine drunk on night’s wine-light."
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"They were not really calves, she knew—there was no calf-like innocence in those gleaming white eyes—but she did not know what else to call them."
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"They were not really calves, she knew—there was no calf-like innocence in those gleaming white eyes—but she did not know what else to call them."
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"I know the song is at the part where speaks of lighting the fire—le feu. I know that part. If there’s one thing a dragon knows it’s fire."
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"I know the song is at the part where speaks of lighting the fire—le feu. I know that part. If there’s one thing a dragon knows it’s fire."
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We have a Moksha portal accepting short stories, flash fiction, poetry, and also pitches for non-fiction essays.
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We have a Moksha portal accepting short stories, flash fiction, poetry, and also pitches for non-fiction essays.
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