Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
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Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
@gooseberrypielit.bsky.social
Publishes 6-sentence stories 2nd Thursday every month. No more than 400 words. Submissions always open. Never a fee.

Editor, Jeff Harvey (@jhhwriter.bsky.social)

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Super excited that my story "La Brea Tar Pits" was nominated for Best Microfiction 2026 -- huge thanks to Gooseberry Pie and Jeff Harvey!
November 25, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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Writer friends, please welcome my fellow Berlin-based writer @janewords.bsky.social to Bluesky! And be sure to check out her amazing work like this story in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social: gooseberry-pie.com/la-brea-tar-...
La Brea Tar Pits - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Imleedh Ali on Unsplash by Jane Yager I’m the one who wanted to come here, but now I sit in the car while everyone else goes into the museum, because as we pulled into the parking lot, Dad le...
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November 25, 2025 at 9:24 PM
“Matthew was well trained as a sales sort, to the extent that he trained others to mimic the party line of the company selling seashells to fishermen…”
@shemurph.bsky.social
Thank You for your Patience - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Sebastian Pociecha on Unsplash by Sheila E. Murphy A wishy-washy wave of partial kindness inflected itself within the row of syllables Matthew methodically released into the ear canal of the ...
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November 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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Thank you so much for reading and sharing this superb flash. Greatly appreciated, Pat @pdforan.bsky.social @writesofkathryn.bsky.social #flashfiction #readingcommunity
November 25, 2025 at 10:44 AM
“She knows she is surrounded by people pleasers who cringe as they watch her wrinkle her expression on Zoom then work to move her face muscles back to neutral smooth.” @shemurph.bsky.social
Bittering Up - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Manuel bonadeo on Unsplash by Sheila E. Murphy Hilda wields a curious power with her ritually unhappy face. She knows she is surrounded by people pleasers who cringe as they watch her wrinkle...
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November 24, 2025 at 1:49 PM
“No one knows the hiding spot where I go when there’s too much noise,”
—@salgal.bsky.social
Three Truths and a Lie - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash by Sally R Simon No one knows the hiding spot where I go when there’s too much noise, like Dad yelling at Mom or Jimmy playing rap too loud or Walter mowing the meadow,...
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November 23, 2025 at 1:09 PM
“The morning was pleasant, so we kept walking, forgetting how quickly conditions change.”
—Michelle Ross
Transmogrification - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Logan Voss on Unsplash by Michelle Ross The morning was pleasant, so we kept walking, forgetting how quickly conditions change. By the time we turned around, we’d run out of shade—no reprieve...
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November 22, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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Super thrilled that my story “My Dad who Lives in the Walls” has been nominated for Best Small Fictions! Thank you Gooseberry Pie and Jeff Harvey. gooseberry-pie.com/my-dad-who-l...
November 21, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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Massive thanks @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social for this mom! And thanks @lumchanmfa.bsky.social for picking this crazy queer arthropod piece for the comp! Co breaths fellow nominees 🧡. Here’s my weird-ass story: gooseberry-pie.com/the-undulati...
November 21, 2025 at 9:10 PM
@maireadwrites.bsky.social
“It’ll take them the rest of the day, so we leave them to it and head to the hospital, to sit at my mother’s bedside and watch her sleep.”

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When My mother Is Admitted to Hospital, We Organise a Team of Cleaners to Perform a Deep Clean of Her House - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Aleksi Partanen on Unsplash by Mairead Robinson They start in the attic with buckets and bleach, their efficient brooms sweeping spiders into tiny binbags as sunlight spills through gaps in t...
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November 21, 2025 at 6:26 PM
“But I don’t tell my son that because I don’t want to glorify chewing tobacco, driving erratically, or not wearing your seatbelt.” @thorntonforreal.bsky.social
Subway Was Real When You Worked There - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Taylor Flowe on Unsplash by Lisa Thornton reads my son aloud from my senior yearbook and I’m not sure yet who the inscription is from but then he says no one has fallen out of my car lately a...
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November 20, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Best MicroFiction nominees 2026 from @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social

Jen Wrightsmith
Kalliopy Paleos
@francinewitte.bsky.social
@claudiamonpere.bsky.social
Jane Yager

Congratulations to all!♥️
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A La Mode Archives - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
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November 20, 2025 at 12:44 PM
“On the morning after my mother’s funeral, I started on the walls with a color called Summer Grass Green…”
@jekwriter.bsky.social
Paint Fumes - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Taelynn Christopher on Unsplash by Jessica Klimesh On the morning of my mother’s funeral, I woke up early to prep the house for painting, spreading out drop cloths, taping edges, and priming ...
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November 19, 2025 at 2:07 PM
By @jekwriter.bsky.social
“Being young, I adjusted quickly to having only one eye, because, as the ER doctor said, kids are resilient.”
All Fun and Games Until Someone Loses an Eye - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Mohamed Marey on Unsplash by Jessica Klimesh When my left eyeball popped out, it bounced so fast and high, like a superball, against my ceiling, against my walls, against my closet door, that...
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November 18, 2025 at 2:11 PM
“My son has given up, we’ve gone too long, too far, and he lies down for a sunburnt rest, paddle tucked under arm.”
@stephieosaurus.bsky.social
Anyone Who Falls Does Not Drown but Decays1 - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Peter Robbins on Unsplash by Stephanie Frazee I am kayaking with my son on the river that once caught fire and has never been allowed another personality, has only been judged in terms of pro...
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November 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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So happy to have a micro up @fictivedream.bsky.social today.
Thank you so much, editor Laura Black🙏
"...so I took away television and video games until you corrected yourself, making me proud of the discipline I'd instilled in you..." Mama, I'm Home by Sudha Balagopal @sudhab.bsky.social #microfiction #MicroMonday. Please click on the link and enjoy fictivedream.com/2025/11/17/m...
November 17, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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‘The swollen traffic comes and goes. The heart roosts where it can.’

Goodness! What a micro in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social, @claudiamonpere.bsky.social 🎹

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Player - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Paul Arky on Unsplash by Claudia Monpere A piano tilts on the dirt beside a freeway entrance like an unbalanced stilt walker: chipped keys, case body cracked, chunks of wood missing, and stil...
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November 17, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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“… I just start shouting part of the dream, what’s left of it, THERE’S A BUS IN A CITY, because for fuck’s sake, it’s almost gone, but another husband honks the horn twice, short, angry blasts, and …”

@emilyrinkema.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/or-was-it-a-...
Or Was It a Baby? - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Diane Picchiottino on Unsplash by Emily Rinkema It’s 5:00 a.m. and I ask my husband if he wants to hear my dream, but he pulls the quilt over his shoulders. I ask my other husband, but he jus...
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November 16, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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“… because the fact was I wanted none of this to be real—me in my black dress and lace spider-web tights that, it had occurred to me walking to Grace Cathedral, my stepmother would look at askance and …”

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Instead of Going to My Father's Funeral - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by boris misevic on Unsplash by Kim Magowan I went to a bar called (I kid you not) The Last Chance Saloon, and ordered a double. “A double what?” said the bartender, wearily, and so I said “A do...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:02 PM
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“And I was determined to not say a word about it to moshpit Melody or her third husband, Mitch. Not how they bathed every houseguest in their unctuousness, not how roses were the gift of the divine …”

@rgvaughan.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/the-roses-we...
The Roses Were Really Something - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Simon HUMLER on Unsplash by Robert Vaughan I hadn’t noticed them when we arrived, too caught up in running into Melody who’d fucked half of her co-workers and the entire neighboring Waukesha ...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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“Freddy’s partially deflated blue balloon, drifting from behind the spare bedroom door when Grammy Ruth went in to vacuum, to drown out Grampa Earl’s voice ranting in the kitchen …”

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Keepsakes - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Lena Polishko on Unsplash by Timothy Boudreau Freddy’s green lizard race car with a pink tongue painted on the hood, pulled from under the couch when Grammy Ruth scrambled to find her pearl e...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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“… and I couldn’t help but wonder if anything would ever be normal again or if this was my life now. Or if I was looking at this all wrong and it was actually …”

Paint Fumes + 1 by @jekwriter.bsky.social in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/paint-fumes/
Paint Fumes - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Taelynn Christopher on Unsplash by Jessica Klimesh On the morning of my mother’s funeral, I woke up early to prep the house for painting, spreading out drop cloths, taping edges, and priming ...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:18 PM
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“Wasn’t long before you said what you said, which later you’d say I shouldn’t hold against you because you hadn’t been yourself …”

Michelle Ross in @gooseberrypielit.bsky.social gooseberry-pie.com/Transmogrifi...
Transmogrification - Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine
Photo by Logan Voss on Unsplash by Michelle Ross The morning was pleasant, so we kept walking, forgetting how quickly conditions change. By the time we turned around, we’d run out of shade—no reprieve...
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November 16, 2025 at 8:22 PM