Fiction: “Fall from grace”
Another flash fiction prompt fill!
Summary: Tibby knew running a home for little monsters would bring new challenges, but she hadn’t quite planned for everything.
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Fiction: "Shivering"
Hey all! So I got a new job, which is why there’s a sudden drop off in my posting. Finally getting back into the swing of things, but it’ll probably be a bit more until the poetry gets going again.
In the meantime, I’m starting a weekly prompt thing with some friends, so I’ll be sharing the little ficbits that come from it here. It’ll likely be mostly original stuff but there may be fanfic every…
Moonlighting aside
"I'm not the right person for this job." Perry looked as close to crying as a middle-aged lumberjack could. "You're the only person for this job, Ginny." She grimaced at the nickname but ignored it in favor of more pressing matters. "Just because I'm the only person you think you can sucker into this fool's errand does not mean I'm the only one for this job." Perry opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "And if the next words out of your mouth are a reminder about what my father would have done in this situation, then I'll sic Bill on you, just like he would have." Perry paled, eyes darting nervously to the hellhound sleeping in the corner. "Come on now, Ginny - " "Virginia. As you well know," she cut in crisply. He opened his mouth to protest she raised a brow. She didn't often take blind meetings with clients and this was reminding her exactly why she did that. Family friends or no, leprechauns were always more tedious to deal with than they were worth. His mouth closed petulantly before he ignored his better sense and plowed on. "If you won't do it for me, at least do it for poor Riley." Virginia leveled him with a flat look. "Using the memory of your daughter as a bargaining chip. Classy." The amiable mien fell away and Perry sneered. "You've got that stick so far up your - " "Oh dear. It appears we're out of time. How unfortunate. I trust you don't need Bill's help in finding the door." She watched him turn a fascinating shade of purple from the corner of her eye, watched as he (obviously) eyed Bill and then stood up, throwing a last glare over his shoulder as the door closed behind him. She snorted, slouching back in her chair so she could kick her feet up onto her desk. "I dunno, Ri. I almost want to tell him I've already found where you hid your treasure. Just imagine his face if I told him only one of your lovers would be able to access it." Riley drifted down through the ceiling, ghostly features exasperated but fond. "I really don't think he ever expected that I might form a relationship that I held to be more important than family. He certainly never would have guessed that I would find myself taken with the..." "Mutt-next-door. The word you're too polite to use is mutt." Riley pursed her lips in disapproval, but it quickly faded into a small smile as Virginia simply grinned up at her unrepentantly. "Regardless of whatever you may or may not be, I don't think it ever occurred to him that I might give my everything to you." Virginia felt her grin shifting to something softer, warmer. "You were always the sane one in your clan." That received an eye-roll in response. Riley was only just holding back her smile. "My mom would probably agree with you." "The satyr blood wins out!" Virginia crowed. Bill gave a long-suffering sigh from where he'd been woken in the corner, and Riley finally gave in to a giggle as she settled weightlessly on the edge of the desk. She traced a translucent finger along the desk, not looking up, and Virginia knew which conversation they were about to rehash. "You know, there's nothing that says you have to keep the agency open now -" "And nothing that says I can't go spend your treasure on something else and I don't have to continue to remain committed to a ghost, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Ri, we can have this conversation as many times as you want, but it's not going to stop me from helping people when Bill and I can, and it's not going to stop me from loving you. If your death couldn't stop me, I don't know anything that could." She didn't move from her sprawl, didn't try to make Riley look at her, didn't try to force it even as Riley's pale fingers wrapped around hers. She'd accepted it as an undeniable truth that she'd lost her heart to Riley long ago and nothing in this world - and apparently nothing in the next - could convince her to try to find it again.
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Subtropics Literary Journal Now Open for Submissions - Pays $1,000 per story
Subtropics, a tri-annual literary journal published by the University of Florida, has opened its annual reading period until April 15, 2015. The journal publishes high-quality literature, essays, fiction and poetry by budding writers and professionals. Writers can read selected stories from past issues at the website to determine what the editors accept. Generally, most themes and genres are welcomed, except for sci-fi, fantasy or genre fiction.
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A Journal of Interstitial Arts Needs Genre-Bending Prose and Poetry - Pays 10 cents/word
Writers and poets are invited to submit genre-bending literary stories to the next issue of Interfictions: A Journal of Interstitial Arts. Each online issue showcases poetry, fiction, and nonfiction that moves between or crosses over the boundaries of different genres, tropes and themes.
Sofia Samar, who serves as Poetry and Nonfiction Editor, seeks poetry that is experimental in nature. She welcomes narrative poems, especially in poems set to music or images.