BULLSHIT LIT

"Your shitty prose, fucked-up line breaks, abandoned sketches, nonsensical plots, and so on. Everybody else wants your best—we want your worst."
Vibe: Send us your fucking worst
Response time:
fast:)
Payment:
Yes, for print
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
Yes
Examples online:
Yes

Nice things

  • Want your shitty poems - yay!
  • Make you feel at home: cozy, meme-friendly, a sense of community, all that stuff
  • Fast response
  • Active on social media
  • Print anthologies: Contributors will receive $5/piece + copy
  • Have cool merch

Potential issues

  • Can't think of any!

Genres

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Fiction

Max words: 2500Max pieces: 4But, like, if your 3000 word story is really fuckin' fun, we might just say yes.
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Nonfiction

Max words: 2500Max pieces: 4But, like, if your 3000 word story is really fuckin' fun, we might just say yes.
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Poetry

Max pieces: 4
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Art

Max pieces: 4
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Anything

Max pieces: 4

Examples

'Shelved Ideas' by Ben Riddle

(excerpt)
We stay up late because it's the only time we have to ourselves like it is the only gap we get between racing speed traps and 9am to work and back, like it is the only time we have to be ourselves and dance covered in paint in your studio, or naked beneath the moon.
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'At the club in heaven for single moms, the DJ makes a speech' by Kimberly Wolf

(excerpt)
This one goes out to all the single moms who have shut themselves in their bathroom and are currently dancing to ska punk, middle fingers HIGH the fuck up!! This one’s for the moms who got six words into this poem before they had to jump up to wipe a runny nose, throw together a pb&j, put a band-aid on a booboo!!
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'A CAT'S FOURTH LIFE IN THE BODY OF A DOG' by Meily Tran

(excerpt)
Sleep, eat, shit—a mundane everyday life. Are you happy? Are you content? Have you found the meaning of life at the ripe young age of eleven? What wisdom are you privy to that a working human is not? But then again, you probably think it’s a new day every time you wake up from a nap. Do you understand me when I bark back at you? Have we unknowingly talked about jazz, or taxes, or your favorite recipe from Cesar’s Canine Cuisine? (I think it’s the bacon one, with the blue packaging. That’d be my favorite too.)
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'CAN'T/WON'T WRITE' by HLR

(excerpt)
Well, he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I'm a writer, and he asked me what I like to write about and I said oh, you know, everything, people mainly, the strangers I meet, the stories they tell, ~the tangled webs we weave~, and he said tell me, where do you meet these strange people with all their interesting stories?
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Contributors

Contributors are coming :)

(or not, maybe it's too many of them)