If you’re looking for a place to network, the Iowa Summer Writing Festival may not be the best for you. You’re there to write.
With nothing more to go on than our February “purple” theme, Darrelyn Saloom writes a heart-stopping piece of flash fiction.
Tania Runyan plays in the world of flash fiction with a new piece, exploring the dangers of following one’s imagination.
It’s Flash Fiction Friday! Tania Runyan tells the tale of a young couple, the gift of a gold herringbone bracelet, and a fateful ride on Space Mountain.
Tania Runyan’s latest offering for Flash Fiction Friday, in honor of every awkward teenager and music box that did her in.
A marlin, a pizza parlor, and a young girl. That’s all Tania Runyan needed for her latest flash fiction piece.
Poet and Every Day Poems editor Tania Runyan continues her Friday forays into the world of flash fiction with this provocative scene from a coffee shop.
As I continue my journey through The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction, I continue to be amazed by how a simple writing prompt can suddenly open a new world of characters, events and emotions. After just a few minutes of writing, I get to meet people I never knew existed and […]
The best in poetry (and poetic things), this week with Seth Haines. 1 Art In case you haven’t heard, which is to say in case you live under a rock, the iPhone 5 launched yesterday. Apple’s newest version of their popular telephone/personal computing device is reportedly thinner, lighter, and at twenty times as awesome as […]
Last week I received my shiny, colorfully bird-laden copy of The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction. Books like this don’t usually show up at my house: I’m a poet, through and through. But I’ve also had this little fling with fiction on the side since attending the Midwest Writers’ Conference, where I practically skipped out […]
Everyone knows writing conferences can get a little crazy. In fact, this normally prim poet was just caught flashing at the Midwest Writers Workshop. Fiction flashing, that is. I should have seen it coming. I hadn’t written fiction in nearly two decades, was let loose in Muncie, Indiana, without my husband and kids, and was […]