Liesl Jobson ~ Everything Must Go - New World Writing Quarterly

When my father starts bringing things over from the big Georgian house in Wynberg to my small cottage at Zeekoevlei I see trouble ahead. Logically, a one-room

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Bill Brymer ~ Three Flash Fictions - New World Writing Quarterly

The Pig Roast One of the guests, a stout, big-haired woman in a tight-fitting dress, asked the head of catering for the pig’s nose, which he gladly severed

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Steve Gergley ~ Three Flash Fictions - New World Writing Quarterly

Telecommunications III Last week Alexandra N. posted a selfie on X.com, the everything website from which much good cheer emerges. It was a good selfie. It

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Julie Benesh ~ Guest Preference Sheet - New World Writing Quarterly

I prefer pickles to naked cucumbers. I prefer cats to kittens and kittens to children. I prefer to sit nearest the door, though not for the reasons you might

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Jim Sullivan ~ Two Brief Fictions - New World Writing Quarterly

IRL VPN Patrick never fit in, so he fit out. Wherever he was, he was and was not. Touching down for holiday in Berlin, he started to feel divided, so he

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Kim Magowan ~ The Habit Is You - New World Writing Quarterly

You acquire a habit, then the habit is you. You are a person-sized container that the habit pours into. The habit fills to your edges. You are a transparent

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Maureen Sherbondy ~ Three Flash Fictions - New World Writing Quarterly

The Homeless Knitter A creative woman was evicted from her small apartment for not paying rent. She’d once had a large bank balance until her husband’s health

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Mathieu Parsy ~ Paper Tigers - New World Writing Quarterly

I fold orange construction paper along the lines the teacher drew in Sharpie. My son beside me—six, gap-toothed, entirely absorbed—creases his own with

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Laurie Blauner ~ The Stories of the Dead - New World Writing Quarterly

The dead have their own problems, unable to separate one day from another, calling out to someone who might remember them in another room, waving a phantom arm

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Submissions - New World Writing Quarterly

New World Writing Quarterly invites submissions in the first fourteen days of January, April, July and October, and publishes in those same months. Submissions

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Stephen Ruffus ~ Three Poems - New World Writing Quarterly

Home from the Hospital I have a brand-new spine built from an Erector Set, the surgeon’s favorite tool kit. T10-S1, or S1-T10 depending on which direction you

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Tetman Callis ~ The Good Shot - New World Writing Quarterly

Larry and I were ROTC cadets in high school in El Paso. When the mood took us, we would go plinking with our .22-caliber rifles in the desert north of the

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Tammy Peacy ~ Nothing Will Be Salvaged - New World Writing Quarterly

So pay attention, will you? ~ The philodendron will live for some time after Daniel dies. Plants don’t think, survival their only concern. A yearning towards

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Didem Arslanoglu ~ With Mothers, With Daughters - New World Writing Quarterly

I didn’t realize how sticky human blood was until I slipped in my kitchen last August and fell into the mouth of my pried-open dishwasher with a butter knife

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Jacqueline Doyle ~ Three Flash Fictions - New World Writing Quarterly

Maisie Fails to Anticipate the Ordinary As her body began to break down, first one joint at a time—knees, hips, shoulders, then the discs in her spine, then

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Chris Cottom ~ Three Stories - New World Writing Quarterly

After They Ban Flowers We hold a women-only wake in the community hall, weeping for our snapdragons and hollyhocks, our alchemilla mollis and love-in-a-mist.

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Glen Pourciau ~ Three Stories - New World Writing Quarterly

Breakfast I’m at my favorite breakfast place, Monday morning, hoping I can eat in peace, when I see Muldoon enter, just as I’d dreaded. I’ve already ordered,

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Scott Coykendall ~ Three Poems - New World Writing Quarterly

No one forced me into silence No one forced me into silence. I practiced for it on my own, always confusing being tired for being done. In America, what

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Michelle Ross ~ People in Elevators - New World Writing Quarterly

People in elevators are anxious. This is partly because people in elevators are going somewhere, and the elevators are not that somewhere. But it is also

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Peter Beynon ~ Two Stories - New World Writing Quarterly

The Oasis Borschewski tugs at the bedspread and pillows until they lie just so. Not that he gives a shit about pillows, really, or that Nina does. The street

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Simeon Berry ~ Three Poems - New World Writing Quarterly

from Fingerling Lakes Lab The Bio teacher’s stepped out for a cigarette when Fen recoils from the tarnished tray and says she won’t dissect the fetal pig This

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Dawn Tasaka Steffler ~ Three Stories - New World Writing Quarterly

I’m a decorative throw pillow, I’m a pair of memory foam house slippers After Eric Scot Tryon I work the afternoon shift at the TJ Maxx Homegoods. I eat yogurt

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Kumar Sen ~ Nothing Could Survive Being Said Again - New World Writing Quarterly

On the morning the last translator died, Meera began to understand things she had never been taught to hear. The ceiling fan spoke first. I have been tired for

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Sahil Mehta ~ Litti Chokha - New World Writing Quarterly

Poor-people food is very in right now, Madam says, without a trace of self-consciousness. Just like jowar and bajra, she says. We rarely ate them before. But

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Jeffrey Wolf ~ Three Stories - New World Writing Quarterly

The Edgewater Beach They called it the Jewel of Uptown. A slice of royal Monaco dropped on Lake Michigan’s humble shore. Pink stucco towers. Oak and marble

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Eric Pankey ~ Two Prose Poems - New World Writing Quarterly

Swayed The horizon persists: an edge, a marker of distance. It’s either dusk or dawn. You choose. The light immanent. The shadows tipping outward, rotating.

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Eight Flash Fiction Masters: What Their Work Teaches Writers

Study eight flash fiction masters from Lydia Davis to Kathy Fish. Learn the craft principles behind the best very short stories and find your flash strategy.

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John Gallaher ~ Five Poems - New World Writing Quarterly

What If Gravity Isn’t a Fundamental Force? A friend of mine wakes from a coma and for a second I get confused between the spelling of coma and comma.

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