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The cotton candy fiberglass in the walls blew everywhere when dad sledgehammered loose the copper pipes in the trailer for liquor money, motes drifting like fairies on…
Spring is finally here and we at NANO Fiction are so happy to announce our latest issue! This issue features “Of Felling” by Stephanie Devine, our…
The 2016 NANO Prize, awarding publication and $1,000 to a previously unpublished work of fiction 300 words or fewer, opens tomorrow and will be judged by Kellie Wells!…
Visit NANO Fiction at Writefest: a week-long writers festival taking place February 22nd-28th, 2016 in Houston, TX, hosted by Writespace, Houston’s grassroots nonprofit literary arts center. NANO…
Moira McAvoy: Can you shed any light on “Like the ‘h’ in ‘uh-oh’,” the title of your piece in issue 9.1? My personal theory is…
When I knock on my boyfriend’s door in the middle of the night and tell him I’m leaving him for Lansing he mumbles something about…
When my heart is a real thing you wear like a ring I say MY HEART IS A TOOL OF DEMOLITION. You see this is…
I have a friend who desperately wants to get married. But you can tell just from looking at her that she is not the marrying type….
I cracked my heart on the kitchen table. I did it two weeks ago because I wanted to see inside of it. Everyone says you’ve…
My father would’ve worn faded work-jeans: picking out a different pair every morning from his cycle of Wranglers, each of them bearing the circles of Copenhagen…