Happy Monday! Lola Falana, 1970s

issue 11 midwestreview.org/issue-11/

#mpotd She thought one match would do it. Make everything better again. All forgiven, forgotten. In February, month of cleansing. She would be able to look him in the eye again, perhaps even hold his hand, who knew? Her mother said that flame removes everything. What didn't burn up was meant to be.

Damn MS fog. I'd forgotten I was here. I'm back. Haven't really been anywhere except for Substack. I am spotlighting Black writers as well as some of my favorite Horromance movies (on notes.) Keeping this page open so I don't forget it.😂 open.substack.com/pub/midwestm...

“It stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad, and then made an even more terrifying discovery—the difference between very good writing and true art: it is subtle, but savage. And after that, the whip came down!“ Truman Capote

#mpotd This has been sitting in a tab. It's rough, but so is grief, no? It is a bit like eating glass and your heart is where your stomach sits. You reflect and reflect, seeking wisdom, and the knowledge gains you nothing but misery. But you still need to understand the why, and so keep eating.

Splonk 10: We have two beautiful stories to share with you on Friday, in our new issue, an editors showcase. Check in on the 24th for gorgeous flashes & The Splonk 5 interviews from #adamtrodd & #sadhbhdevlin 💚 Splonk.ie

Hello, Blue Sky! We're "welkin on sunshine" to be in this new place. Those of you who stare REALLY HARD at our profile might notice something exciting... #FlashFiction #Microfiction #WritingCompetition #AmWriting

I really must get better at posting here. I hope the weekend is treating everyone fairly? Right now working on a micro about women, friendship, and violence. Listening to the Southern Gothic playlist on Spotify.

Finally watching:

Save the date for 10/25/23! @taylorbyas.bsky.social, Aaron DeLee, & @sofiafeycreates.bsky.social join the WPLS.

New Substack post: midwestmagpie.substack.com/p/dont-fear-...

Just one? Nope. Father Brown, Miss Marple, Ordeal By Innocence (Latest version)

#mpotd I asked why I hadn't met any of his buddies though we'd been going out for months and he said that I was uncomfortable in my own skin. That I made him feel awkward and he didn't want them to feel weird. So last night I slipped into his skin and went out with the boys to paint the town red.

For some reason, most likely hearing about it in a show, I jotted down "Prayer Bean, Ga." It is highly poisonous, so perhaps an old episode of The Mentalist? It is an interesting little thing. Will definitely use it somewhere.

It’s our October sign-up window! Weekly story inspiration! An amazing community of writer friends to workshop and celebrate your publications! Webinars and online reading events! Contests, book clubs, space to workshop longer work! Craft teaching from SmokeLong editors! A talking squirrel! #NotACult

On Substack: Friday Line "Have you ever wanted something so badly that you'd do ANYTHING for it?" — Patti O'Connor (Curtains) open.substack.com/pub/midwestm...

Gray morning. Writing about three old women, a young woman, the sea. Listening to Ane Brun’s Changing of the Seasons.

Maggie remembered actions spoke louder than words, but also left a mark, a question. So instead she opened the book grandpa James willed to her before Maggie fell in/out of love with a man who had no qualms with leaving a mark. Flipping the pages until finding the right chapter, right word, DEATH.

Submissions close on September 15. Don't miss out on your chance to be part of our next issue! #flash

Everyone sat in shadow. Blaming it on the heat. Said it was too hot for words, so they grunted. Sometimes, they waved a hand. Not a smooth movement. More jitters and glitch. Grandma stared, head shaking as though trying to convince someone that something was a bad idea. But still she stared. #mpotd

Right now- Lord Huron, Elliott chasing a fly throughout the house, a sluggishness from breakfast or the heat or the MS. Editing three pieces that I thought were further along. Distance is a harsh judge.

Psst still looking for flash fiction and short stories about climate change. Prefer no dystopias tho thanks. Link me up, baby! @mattkendrick.bsky.social @stillsquirrel.bsky.social @kitdewaal.bsky.social can you help?!

A micro comp spotted on insta #flashfiction