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    $300
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  1. Send unpublished stories, 10,000 words max. All subjects and styles welcome.
  2. Postmark by January 15th.
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  5. Include $10 Reading Fee per story — OR —
    $15 Reading Fee for two stories.
  6. All entries considered for publication.

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Literal Latte Fiction Award Winners

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Fall 2018 Issue

The Enormous Typewriter By Matt Cashion

Second Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
At five a.m. they heard a crash like a house had fallen from the sky, so Marty told Maria, “We’re fine, everything’s fine.” He fought to untangle his feet and find the floor and get down the hall to their five year-old son…

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Fall 2018 Issue

The Warehouse By Keltie Zubko

Second Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
Balanced half on a battered metal rung, half on the front of the stone-faced building, the young man stretched to touch the letters of the sign, and then down behind them. He felt for wires and fittings that once supplied the electricity, making them glow, a beacon in the dark, inviting the neighborhood to watch stories by the light of their artificial fires. “Blockbuster,” it still spelled, in dull yellow and faded blue…

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Fall 2018 Issue

Cherry By Chris Morgan

First Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
Fifty-year-olds don’t climb trees. They don’t trespass either, although it was a question whether I was actually trespassing. Hadn’t I gone to school here? Wasn’t this my church once, back when I believed in churches? I grasped the forked branch above me and used it to drag myself a few more inches along the rough limb I was straddling. A little closer to the sky. A little closer to the past….

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Fall 2018 Issue

Wild Horses By Faith Shearin

Third Prize, 2018 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
That winter, on our island, a flu arrived by fishing trawler; it was carried up the stairs of a cottage not far from our own on the hands of a visiting uncle, and soon all the Tillett daughters caught it: their faces flushed with fever, their lungs filling with fluid….

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Winter 2017 Issue

Nothing to Declare By Edward Hamlin

Second Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
The old farm pond lay just beyond the electric gate with its invisible eye and whispering hydraulics. “Stop,” said Perry from the rear seat, “I need a moment here.” […]

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Winter 2017 Issue

Out of Order By Jennifer Perrine

First Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
When Toby finished living his life for the second time, he was met with a blinding light. Had he known that this was the end, that he was waking now, reentering the world, he might have assumed the light was heaven, or death…

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Winter 2017 Issue

The Dark By Lauren Lynn Matheny

nba odds 2019Third Prize, 2017 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
My brother slept with his backpack on. Every night, before he got in bed, he would follow my orders like a grunt at boot camp: pajamas on, teeth brushed, hair combed, face washed. I’d call him away from whatever he was reading (that year, it was always something about bugs; huge encyclopedic collections with pictures of larvae….

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Fall 2016 Issue

My Little Cuckoos By Christopher Allen

Third Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
I told her. Dozens of times. The Big House, as we called it, was a mountain of clutter — too much for a widow with vertigo. A few years ago Dad ended in a heap at the bottom of the staircase. Mom, serving lunch at the mission, didn’t find his body for hours….

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Fall 2016 Issue

Home By Julia Salinger

First Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
“Anna,” my lover says, “Why do you never talk about your family?” I am curled around her back. The delicate bones of her shoulder blades make indentations in my breasts. Her voice is clouded by sleep and blurring around the edges….

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Fall 2016 Issue

Demeter in Kansas By Kate Duva

Second Prize, 2016 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
The key to her sultriness was her slowness, and the key to her slowness was her sadness — but when she was Lucinda la Miel, she forgot about all that. She gazed at the men in her audience as if…

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