This challenge focuses on writing 85,000 words in 90 days. You have to commit to 1,000 words, every day, for three months. Some writers will write more in one day. The 90-day time frame gives writers time to catch up if another commitment interrupts them.
April is the first of three 30-Day editing months. This means you have a month in April to finish up your project before the editing phase that begins on May 1st.
Learn more here! Shout out to my friend, Rebecca, for sending me the link 🙂
I hope you guys have a blast with these two challenges! I’m excited and have already written 1,000 words on a new project about a lace maker in the 1880’s 🙂 ❤
Hi friends! I’m currently in Nova Scotia visiting family. I love any kind of travel, even if it’s only a few hours away. I find when I drive, I’m able to think about life and the stories I’m working on.
Today’s opportunity is for PORTALS. Keep reading to learn more!
They seek fantasy or science fiction stories that contain a portal between two different worlds. They want stories that feature twists on typical portals and interesting settings. Try not to write a story about a door in the back of a wardrobe 😉
They also aren’t seeking stories that open a portal from one time to another. They’re interested in stone archways in the middle of the forest, cracks in reality, and wormholes. They seek both humorous and dark tones. Read more here!
Stories shouldn’t be longer than 7,500 words and must satisfy the theme.
The deadline is December 31st, 2018. Decisions will be made by the end of February 2019. Send your submissions to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Any questions you have may be directed to: email@example.com.
Hope you have fun with this prompt. Tomorrow is the last day of this blog series!
Hi dear friends, there are only two more days left of this blog series. Thanks for joining me ❤
Today’s submission opportunity is for Havok. They are an ezine, and seek flash fiction. Keep reading to learn more 🙂
Havok looks for memorable, and well-edited fiction between 300-1,000 words. It can be across a variety of genres. Science fiction, comedy, thriller, and fantasy. They want stories that take people away from daily troubles, bringing them into a new world.
Recycle – February 2019
Submissions are open now for this opportunity. This is an interesting prompt and they explain it well on their website.
They aren’t looking at recycling in the way we usually think of it. Think outside the box. They gave a few examples on their website. Why is Jack the Ripper collecting organs, how do the fae turn baby’s laughter into magic? Whose stealing your newspaper and swapping it with paper mache swans?
Strange, eh? It’s going to be a fun opportunity. March’s theme is: Relocate. Both February and March are open for submissions.
I wrote this short story for the Weird Christmas flash fiction contest. I wanted to continue the story of my characters, Beira and the stag. You may have met them in The Winter Crone.
What happens to Beira and Alaor when they find Santa Claus? Who do they unexpectedly discover behind the fluffy beard :)?
The white stag hated Christmas lights.
It reminded him of the dreary Hallmark movies his mistress enjoyed so much. She wept and scratched her watering nose at every cheesy ending while he wondered when the filmmakers would hire a better writer.
His mistress begged to differ.
“What are you brooding about now, Alaor?”
Beira, the Winter Goddess, leaned towards him and draped an arm around his neck. “I can see that scowl from a mile away.”
“Why is he here?” Alaor asked. “Parading around as the jolly Santa Claus?”
Beira shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. I thought I got him for good. Maybe my Granny magic didn’t work.”
She sniggered to herself but Alaor shook his great head, upsetting a child carrying a tray of hot chocolates. He hardly regarded the spilled brown liquid or the tears in the boy’s eyes. Beira leaned down to help the little boy.
Alaor had greater matters on his mind.
Jolly St. Nick. The stag wanted to rush in and spear the bugger in the belly with his antlers.
If the children only knew who was really behind the mask.
Beira popped back up and flicked his ear gently. He didn’t look away from the imposter. Her gaze softened as she regarded him a moment too long. “Stop worrying.”
“I’m not worrying,” he snapped before stalking forwards through the evergreen decorated gate.
Passersby’s exclaimed as they took in his majestic white coat and amber antlers. A little girl darted forwards, a dingy carrot in her hand.
“Beira,” he snarled, and she laughed in ringing booms before swooping down to catch the little girl’s arm.
“That’s so sweet of you but my friend doesn’t like carrots. He’s – um – allergic.”
Alaor snorted, streams of white clouds exiting his nostrils. Trying to feed him like a second-rate mule. He was the Winter Goddess’ protector.
Beira sunk her fingers into his fur and purred, “Don’t be so uptight. They think you’re pretty.”
Alaor choked and she nudged him forwards, grinning. “Come on. We need to go see Santa.”
He followed his Winter Goddess before stopping at once.
Santa sat on a scarlet velvet chair. However, behind the white beard and embarrassing red broadcloth, the Sun King glared at him and Beira.
“You tried to kill me,” he grunted.
Alaor raised an eyebrow at the Sun King and his ridiculous disguise.
“Least you managed to survive, Santa. I’ll make sure to pay a visit to the North Pole. Looks like you’re in my realm now,” Beira said sweetly.
The late Sun King gritted his teeth and Alaor stamped his hooves.
Triangulation is Parsec Ink’s speculative fiction annual. They’re in their 15th year. They seek science fiction, weird fiction, fantasy, and speculative horror from established andnew writers.
Theme: Dark Skies
This theme celebrates the natural awe and beauty of the night sky. They seek tales that feature a sky full of stars as a meaningful part of the story. Take them to another time or world. Write about the universe and going out into the depths of space.