Sometimes a literary (maga)zine posts a call. Sometimes I submit a short. Since an unaccepted story of this sort is unlikely to suit another publisher’s vision, I collect them here.
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Safe Word answered Revolver‘s Wanted #9. They asked for 300 words, starting with the sentence: “To be honest with you guys, I’ve already forgotten the safe word.” For this piece I channeled my inner edge. On the right edge, where I used to live next to the water, profanity was common. Everyday conversation sounded like an episode of the Smurfs. Natives of the edge employed the f-word whenever an adjective, interjection, salutation—you name it—was wanted. If you don’t care for foul language, you should smurfing stay the smurf away from this one.