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@glassknuckles.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 8:04 PM

The pile grows thinner.

We’re reading our way through your submissions, and damn—you all gave us some GOOD stuff.

We’ve laughed, winced, reread lines, and argued over favorites. We’re having an absolute blast.

Keep an eye on your inbox.

#GlassKnucklesPress #LitMag #IndieLit

@glassknuckles.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 10:33 AM

SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED! 🥊

A huge thank you to every writer and artist who trusted Glass Knuckles Press with your work. We’re genuinely grateful for every poem, story, essay, and piece of art that landed in our inbox.

#GlassKnucklesPress #LitMag #IndieLit #Writers

@inventingreality.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 1:30 PM

#writingtip #booksky #amwriting #writingcommunity #indielit inventingrealityediting.com/2...

@rondionne.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 2:45 PM

Proud to have my story “Takotsubo” appear in The Dundee Review.
dundeereview.com/the-dundee-r...
#horrorstories #indielit #thedundeereview #shortstories

@wildwillowmagazine.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 2:02 PM

Jaguar paws fall heavy on the jungle’s floor, disturbing moonlit puddles. When did I choose to follow the creature? I’ve forgotten, but it doesn’t matter

"The Jaguar Café” by Zai M. Maristela, pdf pg. 39

#HispanicHeritageMonth #indielit #WildWillowMagazine

@obscurafantastica.comSep 22, 2026, 4:27 PM

What if someone hears you perfectly and still gets your story wrong? “The Narrow Register” asks you to listen a little closer. Read the full poem free on FREQ.

#CthulhuTuesday #NuWeird #Poem #Poetry #SynthLit #PoetryCommunity #DarkPoetry #GothicPoetry #LiteraryHorror #IndieLit #Promptalism

@wildwillowmagazine.bsky.socialSep 17, 2026, 2:02 PM

As she swallows all the stars,
the sky’s light dims to cobalt—to obsidian

"Who Will Care for Your Bones” by Cris Hernández pdf pg. 22

Check out the WWM archive to see more: wildwillowmagazine.com/archive

#litmag #indielit #WildWillowMagazine

@scribblerotoole.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 11:21 AM

And on to the next (and final!) chapter... 1300 words this morning, incredible rate for me. Off for a walk and a recharge.
#amwriting #indielit

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 12:43 AM

Alone

#flashfiction #writer #indielit

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 12:02 AM

“Anything Helps”

#flashfiction #writer #indielit #altlit

“ANYTHING HELPS” There was no shade on the median. He held a weathered piece of cardboard in his hand, statements scrawled in permanent marker on either side. Red light: up and down the median he tread, stopping here and there for a few bills. Sun-soaked, his gray tank looked soiled, and the cargo shorts hung loose around his hips, begging to stay up. In my pockets I fidgeted for my wallet, and felt within them a lack of bills, then the light turned green.
@acdclitmag.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 11:55 PM

We are back for year number three! Check out our latest: Gouache and acrylic painting, Do You Hear The People Sing, by Sara Jorgensen and short fiction, How to Unfuck Yourself, by Shelley Pryde 👀 📖 💋 🎤

#lgbtqia #literature #shortfiction #visualart #literaryjournal #art #indielit

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 10, 2026, 11:31 PM

A Return

#flashfiction #indielit #altlit #writer

A RETURN Followed the evening route up the hidden staircases. On the corner they built a chateau-inspired home. Wrought-iron gate 10-feet tall circled the property. Every night the same: lights out, vacant garage, no signs of cooking or music or laughter or garbage cans filled and tipping over. Then, passing it by, I noticed somebody had pushed the automated gate open.
@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 9, 2026, 12:05 AM

Good News

#flashfiction #indielit #altlit #writer

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 7:47 PM

Discovery

#writer #indielit #altlit #flashfiction

DISCOVERY To avoid the holiday rush I parked further along the road where there was no beach access. A dozen yards behind me a car emitted a shrill beeping like a triggered alarm. I grabbed my bag and began to climb down between the mangroves. Clutching a branch for balance as I navigated the shifting sand, I found etched in the bark a pair of initials. My fingers caressed the wound crusted over by salt and time.
@scribblerotoole.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 10:20 AM

Drafting a chapter today. Very much "don't get it right, get it written".
#amwriting #indielit

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 7, 2026, 12:03 AM

Hunt

#flashfiction #indielit #altlit #writer

HUNT Looking for a sign, I shone my flashlight against the base of the palm tree. Stuck in time: illuminated against the bark several cockroaches appeared. Afraid they scurried under the roots, into the dirt and sewer, and I away, rubbing at the skin of stale mosquito bites.
@wildwillowmagazine.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 2:00 PM

The stars stutter
My name but

"Above The Pueblo” by Mario Duarte, pdf pg. 19

Check out the WWM archive to see more: wildwillowmagazine.com/archive

#litmag #indielit #WildWillowMagazine

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 5, 2026, 9:06 PM

Abandonment

#flashfiction #indielit #altlit #writer

@surfnoircowboy.bsky.socialSep 3, 2026, 3:18 AM

Last Lighting

#flashfiction #indielit #altlit #writer