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Subs are closed! Which means I have some splendid writing to share with you in Issue 8 - hoorah! Watch this space - Issue 8 planned for early November. As ever it's been an absolute pleasure to read all the submissions and a challenge to narrow it down to the ones for publication.

Open for submissions of fiction with a word count of between 100-500 words. We want the odds socks that rock. Things that make you go hmmm. The shyly anarchic, the wisdom of fools, the absurd heartbreakers. www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/submissions

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Time stretched away from the planet. It wibbled and then plopped over sideways towards Venus. Invisible workers on the periphery pushed and pulled it back into place and dusted it off. Good as new. Rachel Speed www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-spee...

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-rams... ‘Several customers have already gathered at the yatai’s plastic flap-cum-door by the time Shigeru throws it aside, grunting a welcome.’ Kevin Ramsden

So grateful to @neitherfishnorfoul.com for publishing this story that was coursing through my veins. #flashfiction

This is great!

Just read "Sugar Tits" by @marijean.bsky.social in @neitherfishnorfoul.com and so should you. www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-oldh...

… my hair grows out pink, a candy floss I will pile high and sticky on my head, a Kate Pierson, B-52s beehive. My husband will be delighted, tasting my marzipan skin when we kiss, reaping the benefits of my persistent buzz. www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-oldh... @marijean.bsky.social

'Those bubbles look just like dust motes suspended in the sun, don’t they. But don’t look directly at the sun, dear. You might be blinded by the dazzle and forced to live the rest of your life seeing half-true and almost-enough.' www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-hanl... @sugarpigblog.bsky.social

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-font... ‘Let the woman tell her truth,’ said the man as Matthieu. ’I will,’ said the woman as Sylvie. Her fingers tightened on Sylvie's wrist as she demanded, ‘Ask him who spoke to the snake last.’ @lorifontanes.bsky.social

Happy #caturday and happy @smallpressday.bsky.social to all those who celebrate - which is ALL of you, right? 😸

The twitching of my nose wasn’t for clover or the dusty remains of a dried apricot tonight; it was for the salt-and-copper perfume of the Tall One’s thumb. www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-dutt... @lucidillusions.in

"‘That’s where we’ll live when we marry.’ She smiled but couldn’t see what he was pointing at."

Another delicious, highly creative piece by @sugarpigblog.bsky.social in @neitherfishnorfoul.com 🌌

Ohhh lovely but so sad

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-clou... @mariecloutier.bsky.social ‘That’s where we’ll live when we marry.’ She smiled but couldn’t see what he was pointing at. On the way back down she crushed her hands together. ‘Chilly,’ she said.

Thank you for including my story in this wonderful issue 🙏

Glad to have story titled The moon toy in the latest issue of @neitherfishnorfoul.com thank you @jackmmorris.bsky.social for including my story! 🙏 www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-amit...

Another cracking issue 👏

"Whenever my mother asked what I wanted for my birthday, I told her, ‘I want the moon.’ I wanted it the way other children wanted bicycles or dolls." by @swethaamit.bsky.social in @neitherfishnorfoul.com - beautiful, delicate, and dreamy www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-amit...

"Oh, gracious, look at the spread of stars across this black and purple sea. I never realized how vast the universe is. How small I am. How easy it is to feel lost." Read "The Picnic" in @neitherfishnorfoul.com www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-hanl...

I completely missed that the issue is out! I have a fun little story here! #WritingCommunity #AmWriting

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-7-amit... 'Dear Moon, Please come down for one day, and play with me' @swethaamit.bsky.social's story of childhood hope and magic

So many almost stories in the list - goes to show how subjective this process is. If I don't comment on why I didn't accept it, there's a good chance it's all gut feel & mood music. Really - it IS me, not you. Room for one more tiny one in Issue 7 if you've got something to tickle my fickle fancy

I have room for a couple of more stories after a morning when I accepted two and declined a few more. So pleased with the ones I am bringing you in July - how about completing the issue by sending me a zinger of a flash?

Still not reading subs - head clearing slowly but focus still mushy. Hope to be on it later this week

Sorry for delay in processing Subs - I have a cough/cold and don’t think my concentration is up to par. Am waiting so I can read them with the discerning eyes they deserve

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-toml... @tomljanovic.bsky.social 'The spine erupted from the world in jagged shale shards. Skeletal remains of the sleeping giant. Its toe—the foothills of our home. We live underground burrowing through its veins.'

@sarahoakeskraken32.bsky.social www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-oake... 'The third little pig knew she had to move out. She couldn't live in her parents’ house forever. She was losing her sight and needed somewhere more accessible.'

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-mcph... 'She avoided direct line of sight, always, preferring to make her approach over or around obstacles. Whenever we went out I had a constant sense she was peering over my head at something more interesting ...' @summermoth.bsky.social

'I keep wishing that the hairdresser from Portland, Oregon, who I’ll likely never meet, could be bottled and spritzed' www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-marq... @amymarques.bsky.social

'I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of my husband Henry, he was a habit after all, so I put him on a strict diet of seeds, bits of fruit and veg, with mealworms as a treat for good behaviour, hoping he’d lose enough weight to fit into a small cage.' www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-lest...

'Where the chemist used to be, there is now a concrete fence with a mobile money advertisement painted on it in red. Where Mama Chisom sold akara from her blue plastic basin, rubble slopes into a drainage channel.' - Samuel Kozah www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-koza...

'Howard comes back to bed from the bathroom. The alarm clock reads 11:39. Couldn’t have been that long, he thinks. At least ten minutes are missing. He turns on the bedside lamp and sees them skittering on the floor.' www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-hens... - David Henson

www.neitherfishnorfoul.com/issue-6-gait... 'Mum says a flittermouse got in. Don’t tell them nurses. Wants me to believe her fairy tales. Not under her bed, behind nightstand, bookcase, inside closet, amongst curtains. Not roosting in the ensuite.' @jennygaitskell.bsky.social