Tamara Staples new book, The Magnificent Chicken @staplestamara
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Thursday, 7 February 2013
Flash 500 fiction competition.Words with JAM.Humour Verse Competition
Welcome to our Humour Verse Competition! We have noticed a scarcity of humour verse competitions with decent prize money, even though there are huge numbers of people who like to write and read humour verse. So we at Flash 500 decided to launch this one — and it has grown into a must-enter competition for writers of humour verse.
What are we looking for? Any form of humour will be accepted, in any style, but the content must be original and it has to make us smile. Anything from a limerick to a poem of 30 lines in length is accepted.
The competition will be run quarterly with closing dates matching the Flash 500 competition: 31st March, 30th June, 30th September and 31st December. The results will be announced within six weeks of each closing date and the three winning entries each quarter will be published on this website.
Entry fee: £3 for the first poem, then £2.50 for each poem thereafter
Prizes will be awarded as follows:
Second: £100
Third: £50
Payment options and entry instructions can be found on the
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Wednesday, 6 February 2013
National Flash- Fiction Day.100 words.
Micro-fiction comp - 100 word stories
Judges:
- Cathy Bryant - flash-fictioneer, poet, editor, and winner of the 2012 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest for bad writing.
- Tom Gillespie - flash-fictioneer, lecturer, and author of the novel Painting by Numbers (2012)
- Kevlin Henney - all round fiction-writer, and winner of the 2012 NFFD Flash-Fiction Slam in Oxford.
- Emma Lannie - widely published and respected flash-fictioneer, with a story in the recent collection Overheard, from Salt.
- Kirsty Logan - writer, editor and all round literary person.
- Angela Readman - a poet, a flash-fictioneer, and not just that but also the winner of this competition last year.
You do not have to be a UK resident to enter, this competition is open to any writer anywhere in the world.
Your story should be no longer than 100 words. This does NOT include the title.
The competition is free to enter.
Send your story as a Word document attached to an email. Do not put your name in the attachment, just the title of your story. In the email, please include a short bio and the title of your story so we can synch you with your story. Send to: nffdmicrocomp@gmail.com
NFFD will not consider any entries which they consider to be offensive or defamatory. They are looking for new stories, so no previously published works. No simultaneous submissions.
Prizes:
These are yet to be finalised but will comprise a selection of books from Salt Publishing, Comma Press and Gumbo Press, plus copies of Jawbreakers the NFFD2012 anthology.
In addition, the winning stories will be used in the publicity material for NFFD 2013 and, we hope, in a second anthology to appear in June.
Updating an original.Modern interpretation of a classic design
Ta Dah! This is it...the winning design at Showcase Ireland 2013. It has everything, classic style, simplicity and wearability. It appeals to both men and women, young and all.
And it has a great back story, symbolizing love, loyalty and generosity.
Read the story at designer Eileen Moylan blog
Glimmer Train Short Story Competition
Dear Mary,
Upcoming deadline:
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 | Aria Beth Sloss: I cried when I got to the last page. Not because I was disappointed or impressed, but because I had no idea I'd written such a sad story. Nor did I realize I'd written something so full of longing. (more) |
 | Steve Adams: Edith Wharton and Truman Capote wrote in bed. Virginia Woolf wrote standing in a room of her own. Philip Roth writes standing, but in a studio physically separated from his living quarters. (more) |
 | Christopher Marnach: Our 21st Century apocalypses have all proven false, every one of them the product of charlatans, believed and awaited by sad people with a relish they never brought to living. So it is with our perpetually impending End of the Literary World. (more) |
 | Susan Jackson Rogers: Each time, I have to remember: Start small. Why doesn't "starting small" feel like real writing? Really, there isn't any other way to start. One small word and then another and then a whole sentence, and then another. (more) |
Results of the November Short Story Award for New Writers
Winners and finalists have been notified, the Top 25 list is posted, and here are the Honorable Mentions. This was a great batch of stories—our thanks to all of you for letting us read your work!
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Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Novel Fair 2013 Winners announced. Congratulations to all
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First Snow by Mary Oliver
The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
~Mary Oliver~
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