“The restaurant faces Central Park and we choose to sit outside in the warm fall evening. Potted banana trees are placed to afford each table an illusion of privacy. Joan is laughing at something I said when the shooting starts.” Read More
“I left a stone on my grandfather’s grave today.
It would have been common practice if not for
His grave being the Danube, icy river,
And the marker a pair of shoes and a plaque” Read More
Winning our second annual New Year’s Writing Contest is Katie Krantz, for her poem, “Memorial on the Danube.” You can read Katie’s poem as well as several other contest contenders in our Winter 2019 issue.
In celebration of our second year publishing, we are bringing back the New Year’s Writing Contest! Submissions are open now through January 15th.
Accepted Genres: short fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry
First prize: $100, as well as publication in our Winter 2019 issue, and a mystery prize(???)!
All contest submissions will also be considered for publication in our Winter 2019 issue.
See our submissions page for info on how to enter.
Q: Is there a winner for every genre?
No – submissions from all genres are welcome, but only one overall winner will be chosen.
Q: When will the winner be announced?
The first prize winner and two finalists will be announced in early February.
Q: Will runners up be published in Rumble Fish Quarterly?
Runners up will be considered for publication in the Winter 2018 issue, but only the first prize winner will receive automatic publication.
Q: What’s the mystery prize?
Okay, you got us. We didn’t tell you last year, but the jig is up. Everybody knows the mystery prize is [classified].
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“Was that a shot? Charley, absorbed in his thoughts, leaped up and moved toward the windows. The air in the old classroom…” Read More
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