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We received 984 flash fictions on this occasion. Thanks very much to everyone who entered. The interesting stats this time are that we had almost half and half new people and returning writers entering, 43.76% were international. 56.24% from the UK. It’s nice to see that flash fiction is still making its mark far and […]

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Judge’s report. Thanks very much to Alison Woodhouse for judging our 33rd award in our short turn-around time and for her excellent report detailing her reading process and offering exact and insightful comments on the five winners. We’re looking forward to reading the long listed stories, shortlisted and winning stories in our 2026 anthology Mostly […]

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The egg-wife easy-jogs to market by Anne Howkins smoothing through the mossy-cushioned lanes. She catches the auspiciousness of a day when the midsummer sun and full moon nod to each other — pockets it in her apron to cushion the smallest eggs. She oils into the marketplace as if floating a few inches above the […]

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Damage by David Swann Everywhere, I saw Dad in the decaying chapel. A crack tilted drunkenly sideways. Ominous blotches riddled the rafters. My Granddad, Hammond, sat beside me, clacking mints. Mysterious light had pooled in his glasses. Familiar smells were rising: carbolic-soap and kidneys, soldering-irons and brewer’s slops. Outside, afterwards, we listened while worshippers ...

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Albermarle Street by Cecilia Maddison The holy souls blow litter and lost dreams down Albemarle Street tonight. Sylvia slumbers in the fluorescent frame of a bus shelter, snug amongst her bin bag bundles, sound within her cast of grime. Sister Claudine, dead for decades, billows by with her hairpin back. Good egg, she crows above […]

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