Flight: A Literary Sampler
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A literary journal presenting four pieces in each issue, a sampling of the best writing out there. EICs: @fklein907.bsky.social and @ketchiklein.bsky.social https://flight-literary.ghost.io/
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Welcome to Flight: a Literary Sampler!

We’re a literary journal, publishing four interconnected pieces in each edition.

You can learn more about us at our website: flight-literary.ghost.io
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Bartleby the Scrivener ass response to our submission questions:
A google form where the response to the question "Pronouns" is I/Me and the response to "Cover Letter" is I'd rather not.
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After the snarky response about pronouns I’m super tempted to send the response as:

“Thank I for sending My work to Flight Literary”
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Bartleby the Scrivener ass response to our submission questions:
A google form where the response to the question "Pronouns" is I/Me and the response to "Cover Letter" is I'd rather not.
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Bartleby the Scrivener ass response to our submission questions:
A google form where the response to the question "Pronouns" is I/Me and the response to "Cover Letter" is I'd rather not.
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Happy Saturday! Send us writing that feels like a kitten in a hotdog costume!

Guidelines here: flight-literary.ghost.io/submission-g...
A picture of a black kitten wearing a hotdog costume. The kitten does not look amused
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It’s fairly common for a lot of the “literary” venues, especially the more well known ones.
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one of my two poems published in @havehashad.com earlier this week
The Five Rings

The magician looks the other way when he removes his first foot.

The butcher cooks the bear meat he captured in his pasture.

The executioner refuses to remove his mask.

The blacksmith perfects the waterproof hoof.

The wanted cartoonist remains on the loose, at large, never

thinking of even mentioning ink.
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Thrilled to have a new little prose poem floating around over at @astrolabe.ooo (and they *happen* to be open for submissions)!
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With autumn comes the careening of the Whale, bringing tales of transition, transformation, and yearning.

Featuring work from: @msstefaniekirby.bsky.social, @shalinisingh.bsky.social, Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arowolo, Veronica Tucker, Eden Petri, David Capps, Emily O Liu, and Laura Walker.

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Lots of litmags had free submission windows for the month that have already closed, but not Flight!

We’re free to submit to, and your submission will be read and discussed by both editors

Send us something!
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The Cobra and The Key, Sam Shelstad's satire of writers and writing, is readaloud funny. the call is coming from inside the house and we're, all of us, screwed.
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Watch how Oscar Wilde reveals character in The Picture of Dorian Gray:

Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanci-ful whorls from his heavy, opium-tainted cigarette.

Now we know, through Wilde's clever and efficient use of detail, that the character has eyebrows. And notice how his cigarette is described as "heavy,” which lets the reader know that Lord Henry is incredibly weak. We also learn, because of the blue smoke, that he's some kind of wizard character. 148

Many authors submit short stories to literary journals. This can help new writers get their names out there and gain experience working with editors. The problem with literary journals is that nobody reads them. If your story appears in The New Yorker, yes, people will pay attention. But good luck with that. I've been submitting to The New Yorker for over a decade, and my stories are actually good. The literary journals that might agree to publish your stories only exist as pet projects for bored English professors with access to grant money. They have no idea what they're doing. One small journal, which shall re-main nameless, had the audacity to reject a story of mine that had received the good rejection form letter from The New Yorker. So yes, the editors at The New Yorker thought my story was fantastic but just couldn't find a place for it in the issue, but some lame quarterly from the goddamn Prairies thought it wasn't up to snuff. Sure. Can you imagine someone actually purchasing and reading through the stories in a literary journal? Seems like a red flag to me. There's definitely something a little off about a person like that.
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if I continue scrolling for just a few more minutes I will reach the end + enlightenment & be free
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Today’s writing assignment:
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Do you know how hard it is to write an earnest flash about being a ska kid in the early 2000s? Do you?
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Please write a poem using one of these titles and send it to Flight
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poem titles:
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The Super Mario 64 source code lists names for Mario's footstep sounds. The list starts off normal but becomes poetic with names like "Footsteps in the Fallen Leaves" and "More Than Anyone Else in the World". It turns out the names are actually taken from a 1994 dating simulator.
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Have a piece you're considering sending, but not sure it will be a good fit? Send us a DM with a quick pitch, and we'll let you know if it sounds up our alley.
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Every editorial conversation devolves quickly into small town gossip
Received text: You joke, but it just reminds me of another complaint I have: The hunky guy is a conspiracy theorist, but this in no way impacts his character or personality. It's like he collects stamps.

Sent text: Counterpoint: I work with one of the Bigfoot brothers and he is a very normal person otherwise

Received text: Who are the bigfoot brothers?
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We at Flight, the only literary magazine, value free speech. That's why both editors have fired each other over insensitive remarks made in the family group chat.
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Saturday writing prompt!

1. Go to your bookshelf and pull the first red book you see

2. Turn to page 140

3. Choose a line of dialogue from the page and use it as the first line of a flash piece
A bookshelf, with the Louise Erdrich book LaRose Pulled out A section of page 140 of LaRose, with the ljne “could a Saint kill for love” highlighted
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The Flight editorial team is SUPPOSED to be having a meeting right now, and instead we've been talking about season 2 of Peacemaker for 20 minutes.
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That’s okay! You can choose a random page, or do page 70!
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4. And then submit it to Flight!
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Saturday writing prompt!

1. Go to your bookshelf and pull the first red book you see

2. Turn to page 140

3. Choose a line of dialogue from the page and use it as the first line of a flash piece
A bookshelf, with the Louise Erdrich book LaRose Pulled out A section of page 140 of LaRose, with the ljne “could a Saint kill for love” highlighted
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It's 7 am (Alaska Time) on a Thursday...do you know where your submission to Flight: A Literary Sampler is?

(If you haven't sent it yet, we're still open for all categories! Send us your work! We're always free to submit)
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Finally got my copy of this beauty in the mail, so we read "Coconut Oil" by @ritamookerjee.bsky.social to begin No Write Time tonight!
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Day 13 of the #sealeychallenge

August 13th- False Offering, Rita Mookerjee

This collection by Flight 1 contributor @ritamookerjee.bsky.social shimmers with inventive, playful language. Read these poems out loud, you won’t regret it

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The cover of the Rita Mookerjee book False Offering Coconut Oil
As a teen, I wish I knew I had perfect skin and spent less time shaving my thighs and the small of my back, rubbing brown sugar and extra virgin into my feet and arms while my mom shouted at me to stop wasting water.
I didn't want to peel the brown away, but I hoped for something more dazzling underneath, maybe gold or amber? I lived a life far from beaches so coconuts were rarely on my mind, but once I anointed myself with clear paste, boys would sit by me at lunch, a girl at ballet would tell me I smelled good, and so my oilwork became routine.
My vanity grew loaded with oils. All of them impart a different slick: some to lure people in with a dark sheen, some to melt yesterday's kohl from my lid, some to prime me for escape.
At night, I'd stroke my shins and knead the petals of my arches. After months in sun on hot grass and driveways, I saw myself reflected in storefronts and car windows and decided I would become a bronze idol, a gilded thistle, a living ember searing through my hair and clothes. Because of my oilwork I keep jars all around the house— in the bathroom, the kitchen, at my bedside- so I always remember how I coaxed myself from the shower and out into the day.