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We're looking for stories and essays that are moody, dark, real, gritty. Stories about internal conflict juxtaposed against the external demands, about real life people coming to terms, be it good or bad, with themselves and the choices they've made or are about to make. We're looking for pieces with the less-spoken, but common universal truths. Make us laugh, make us cry, make us hurt in the deepest, darkest parts of our souls. But most of all, be honest, raw, real.

We need a few more fiction pieces, but have a special need for more nonfiction writing. Fiction 1000 words, nonfiction 1500 words. We will consider longer works if queried first. Deadline for submission is June 15th.

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man, i've just been a beee-otch, according to my family. don't know what the deal is. i'm just losing it over the littlest things and i can just feel the anger well up inside me. and i have no freakin idea what the hell i'm angry about...

one of the only things i can figure, is i just have so much i want to do and so little time to do it. i have to worry about taking care of everyone else and feel guilty if i do something for myself.

geez, haven't i given the "guilt is a worthless, useless emotion" line before. it is, but damn, it's such a part of our lives. i wish it weren't apart of mine...and i'm not even catholic or jewish(ok now girl, we're crossing over into stereotype mode and that's no bueno).

well, hell, i'm not gonna go on rambling like the fruit cake i am.

i've got a bunch of pesky little things i need to take care of...man, i really hate details...lol...they drive me crazy...oops, can't be driven someplace you already are, now can ya? next stop crazytown, population, me.

i need a vacation. i need a trip to the beach. i finally found out why i love the beach so much...i read somewhere that the beach is a symbol for loneliness...yep, that pretty much explains it all, cuz i could be happy, all by myself, living next to the ocean.

alright, just gotta shake it off...gonna try real hard

no changes...

Submitted..........20

Rejected............8

Accepted............4

Still waiting.......8

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