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These past few months, my very-talented friends and I have worked on creating a new literary magazine called Mental Papercuts, and on February 1st–THIS FRIDAY–submissions will close for our inaugural issue. Continue reading “Mental Papercuts – Submissions Closing Soon!”
Introducing Mental Papercuts, a new lit mag committed to showcasing the prickliest flash fiction and nonfiction! Also introducing Flashtober, a month-long writing event to help create and share your work!
Continue reading “Exciting News – Introducing Mental Papercuts & Flashtober!”
In space, you are an oxymoron.
You are both a complete anonymity and a bright beacon, able to be seen from anywhere in the darkness around you. You are one in a million, one in a billion, one in a trillion, a quadrillion, an infinite army of space explorers exploring this infinite space, completely alone but shining like the Sun. You stand out from everything around you, and yet the vast magic that lives amongst the stars swallows you up and turns you into a single blip in this giant, never-ending thing called the universe.
You are no one. You are the only one. You don’t belong. You fit in perfectly. You are the only you around in this endless sea, but in this ocean, being you doesn’t seem to matter. You are nothing and you are everything.
You think of all this as you follow the manatee through the asteroids, wondering if it will ever make its way back to the preserve.
I made some soup for family and friends. While stirring, I accidentally spilled salt into the pot.
“There is too much salt in this soup!” they cried. “We need to do something to stop this from happening again!”
I promised to be more careful next time and my words put everyone at ease.
The next time I made soup, I spilled salt again.
