Council of Flash Fiction Magazines

Council of Flash Fiction Magazines is created to facilitate the exchange of information between publications for flash fiction. It allows editors/publishers to post calls for submission and interviews, search for new staff members, share marketing and funding ideas, offer awards and writing prompts, and showcase their best stories. The eligible periodicals shall meet the following criteria: Should be exclusively or mostly dedicated to publishing short stories under 1000 words Should have published at least one issue. If a periodical publishes on a rolling basis, it should be publishing for at…

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Turgenev’s flash fiction

Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev was a Russian novelist, short story writer, poet, playwright, translator and popularizer of Russian literature in the West. Wikipedia Title: Dream Tales and Prose Poems Author: Ivan Turgenev Translator: Constance Garnett THE BEGGAR I was walking along the street … I was stopped by a decrepit old beggar. Bloodshot, tearful eyes, blue lips, coarse rags, festering wounds…. Oh, how hideously poverty had eaten into this miserable creature! He held out to me a red, swollen, filthy hand. He groaned, he mumbled of help. I began feeling in all my…

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Short on Sugar, High on Honey

Short on Sugar, High on Honey: Micro Love Stories (2018) 300 little love stories 7–13 words 101 pocket-sized pages An exciting new anthology of micro fiction by over 200 authors from around the world. The authors include: Paul Beckman, Stuart Dybek, Carrie Etter, Sherrie Flick, Avital Gad-Cykman, Tara Lynn Masih, Lynn Mundell, Jonathan Pinnock, Pedro Ponce, Santino Prinzi, Sally Reno, Bruce Holland Rogers, Ravi Shankar, Laura Tansley, Meg Tuite, Deb Olin Unferth, Diane Williams … and many more. Sample stories: He lowered his pants. She gasped. He’d misspelled her name. It was permanent. [M. E. Parker] Callie accepted Trey’s ring,…

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Calligraphy

Calligraphy by Jesse Bradley  The man waiting in front of you for his coffee evaporates. The last of him asks: Why me? You wait for flecks of his blood to fall but it never comes. Your neighbor wonders: Where am I going? When his son comes looking for him, you point to the empty set of clothes at your doorstep, then up to the sky where new questions linger: Can you hear me? What happened? Is this it? You stop looking up after the third day when you feel your wife’s hand…

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