"Shooter publishes themed print issues twice a year, and holds competitions for short stories (annual), poetry (annual), and flash fiction/nonfiction (monthly). We seek compelling literary work that appeals to both the head and the heart."
Open:
Yes, till November 20, 2022
Theme:
On the Body
Vibe: Send us your best but less intimidating
Response time:
2 months
Payment:
Yes
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
No
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
Yes
Examples online:
Yes

Important stuff

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Accept previously published work for Shooter Flash
Pays! £25 for prose and £5 for poems in the magazine. Cash prizes for contests.
Available in print. UK contributors will receive both payment and a copy of the issue in which their work appears; non-UK contributors may choose either cash payment or a copy of the magazine.
Themed magazine: topic of western places and westward migration – not just the American West but western regions in any country, or immigration from East to West globally
"Magazine pieces are print only, but we do post competition winners online"

Genres

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Fiction

Max words: 6000
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Nonfiction

Max words: 6000
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Poetry

Max pieces: 3

Examples

'The Case Against Pockets for Women' by Jo Gatford

(excerpt)
just think what they might put into them hexing herbs and corvid feathers egg shells and cobwebs money and thus autonomy – heaven forfend wedding rings, slipped out of sight seditious pamphlets, contraceptive pills masturbatory devices and (whisper it) menstrual accoutrements of which we’d rather not know the details
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'Honey' by Lucy Thompson

(excerpt)
Will Garrison had always had a taste for sweet things. Amanda, his wife of three years, had a habit of supplying them. During the first four heady months after they met, Will had dazzled her with gifts and dinners out and weekends away. Anyone would have thought she was mad to turn him down when he proposed. Indeed, the thought never crossed Amanda’s mind, apart from a flitting awareness of the rapid pace. But she swatted away that and any other vague sense of uncertainty like an unwelcome insect. At thirty-eight she was glad to be planning her wedding and secretly spent far more time admiring the gleaming ruby of her engagement ring than any sane person would let on.
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'Showtime' by Chella Courington

(excerpt)
It all started with the ring. Not the ring Radney gave Roshelle over lasagna in candlelight ten years ago in September. Nor the gold band he gave her a year later. But the wrestling ring he built in back of their split-level ranch home with blue shutters and salmon brick in Montgomery, Alabama. Radney wanted to be a professional wrestler since he first saw Hulk Hogan with a blond mane and protruding pecs glistening on TV. Roshelle wanted Radney to be one too. When she was a kid, her dad used to take her to the armory every other Saturday to sit in the front row and watch grown men in speedos pin each other to a bouncy floor. Their sweat soaked her red dress, cotton sticking to her legs. “How’s that for a good show,” her dad always said as they walked into the night, the air chilling her wet skin.
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