R.R. Menon

This arrived today.. can’t wait to read it!

This is #notareview of Arundhati Roy’s #MotherMaryComesToMe. Just some impressions… substack.com/@roopa834887... l@penguinrandomhouse.bsky.social

One of Elif Shafak’s best!

Grateful for every rejection that comes with a submit more request

Really loved this, Sumitra!

Amazing! Congrats, Sumitra!

Peanut striking a pose

Grateful to be featured on this kick-ass list with my Flash Flood piece about chickens. @mynachang.bsky.social 's lists are always 🔥

Little Red Riding Hood by Katerina Kishchynska Grandma gets her episodes at least once a month. She’ll grow out her jaws and if it happens on a rainy day, claws will tear out of her fingers.

“Grandma gets her episodes at least once a month. She’ll grow out her jaws and if it happens on a rainy day..”

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This one in #nffr is very Angela carter with a twist of Ben Loory( two of my favorites!) newflashfiction.com/katerina-kis...

Jessie’s Life in Three Surnames: A Triptych by Kathryn Kulpa Jessie wakes to the smell of manure being spread. Every day. Or maybe only growing season, but it feels like every day. When her father and brothers come in from the fields and Ma has one of her sick ...

“The sugar is white and Jessie’s in black. There’s a black wreath on the door and a deep black hole opening up under Jessie’s feet…”

@smokelong.bsky.social #archivechallenge

This lovely triptych by Kathryn Kulpa in #NFFR made me want to write…

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Alfred Untold by Neil Clark Alfred Untold – Am I a woman? – It’s Guess Who? Of course not. – Are we twins, separated at birth? Do we sometimes feel a pang, like the tug of an invisible chord? We’re not sure what it …

Day 9 (?) of the @smokelong.bsky.social #ArchiveChallenge, let's go to Jellyfish Review...

And 🤪😍🥳😁 !!! I've been looking for this piece for AGES!!!

A piece from that hermit-crabs around a game of Guess Who:

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The Weekend is Officinal! One day, the Dee Man checked into a hotel with his wife and his one big black bag. They checked in and walked into the hotel bar, one big black bag under his arm. The Dee Man ordered hims…

So excited to have my teeny tiny poem in The Daily Drunk Magazine! This one is a Shel Silverstein Meets Kafka in a bar! Hope you enjoy the read! dailydrunkmag.com/2025/07/03/t...

Looking forward to it!

Thanks @bendinggenres.bsky.social fiction editors @amymarques.bsky.social and David O'Connor. We have no less than 7 selected stories on the @wigleaf.bsky.social Top 50/ LongList annual series. Truly honored. wigleaf.com

Last chance to sign up for anyone who wants to join me on Saturday

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Signed up!

Congrats to all the writers! And to the Wigleaf team, @laughingyeti.bsky.social for curating it! What a wonderful treasure trove of stories! Such great references for newbies like me!

Always been a huge fan of Kuzhali manickavel!

Love it!

Nice to see my name in the June long list. This one was a blast to write #furiousfiction

Started this snowman story while writing for Meg Pokrass' Prompts of Resilience. Glad I got an opportunity to build it. Thanks @natflashfictionday.bsky.social for giving it a home!

This piece is in quiet dialogue with Lydia Davis’s ‘Mice,’ with all crumbs being my own…

Hilarious!

I'm so happy to hear this! Thanks for reading and sharing! 💙

Kathy Fish’s newsletter is a wonderful resource for new writers like me. Through one of her editions I found Mary Robison who has gone on to become one of my absolute favorites ! Can’t wait to immerse myself in these flashes she has recommended!

“When it turned to me, its eyes were unmistakably my mother’s. Not in color or shape, but in a way I can’t describe without sounding ridiculous. You’d just have to have known her.”

“The muscle leaps onto Mother's plate. In two breaths, she places the tines of her fork on Father's tongue, holds her knife poised over the flesh.”

“Hiding that I was white underneath all my brown only to be continually exposed, bisected, transected, chopped to pieces like that sliver of almond perched precariously atop my Amma’s carrot halwa.”

“It quivers when he cuts a slice, digs in a spoon and lifts it to his mouth. You can taste it, all that creaminess. Nearly.”

“We never see them coming. Until their whiskey breath runs hot down our necks. Until their arms slip around us, familiar as locks.”