A Hipster Devil Christmas, by Tara Campbell
Prompt, by Claire Lombardo: Write about an exquisitely eccentric holiday guest.
A Loudness of Screechers, by Rion Amilcar Scott
Prompt, by Tara Campbell: Banquet of beasts: beasts could be literal/figurative/whatever. And they could be on either side of the table: eating or being eaten. Or they could be underneath the table doing whatever it is beasts do best.
Conjoined, by Dana Diehl
Prompt, by Rion Amilcar Scott: Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hannukkah/Three King's Day after society has ended and civilization is struggling back to life.
A Very Mario Lopez Christmas, by Megan Giddings
Prompt, by Dana Diehl: Write a story with the plot (or could-be plot) of a made-for-TV ABC Family holiday special.
When You Were Here, by Claire Lombardo
Prompt, by Megan Giddings: A family wakes up on Christmas morning to find all their chosen holiday gifts are gone. They instead find unwrap weird objects (an old pipe, a sock with a weird stain, etc) and become very, very confused.
Overwinternight, by Helen McClory
Prompt, from Leah Umansky: Write in the second person. Include one or all of the following images: star, snowflake, owl, a famous tv character.
Shepherds, Why This Jubilee?, by Bryan Furuness
Prompt, by Helen McClory: Write about the most moving thing you have seen at festive time (can be totally fictional of course).
Submission Guidelines for Letters to Santa, by Tara Laskowski
Prompt, by Bryan Furuness: Submission guidelines for letters to Santa.
Elf NYC vs Elf MFA, by Danny Collier
Prompt, by Matt Perez: Write the two Pushcart poetry nominations from the Peg & Hammer, the number one literary magazine of Santa's (artsiest and perhaps most disgruntled) elves.
God Rest Ye, by Kevin Fanning
Prompt, from Danny Collier: If you're bitten or scratched by a celebrity, you become a celebrity. These are the plague days.
Bump, by JP Kemmick
The day we moved into our new home, my husband, Roger, dropped a box and out spilled his collection of vintage little green army men. A machine gunner got stuck upside down in a sidewalk crack and an infantryman stumbled toward the sewer grate.
How are you gonna eat a peaceful breakfast after your incredible night of sex with the surprisingly-experimental woman who as a girl was in the Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes commercials? by Simon Pinkerton
After I slept with the woman who as a girl had been in the Frosted Flakes commercials, every day I imagined myself as Tony the Tiger a little more.
The Good Boy Club, by Delaney S. Saul
We are Good Boys.
We are in the Good Boy Club.
We follow the rules.
We do what we’re told.
The Pied Piper of Pepperton County, by Matt McGee
In 1966, the residents of Pepperton County were perfectly happy to go to work, attend church, mow their lawns and make occasional love to a husband or wife they’d chosen when the moment seemed right, before the moment passed.
Four Poems, by Rose Hunter
Well it turned out classically
my desire was to be desired, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t read
any of that stuff, I mean I’d read a bit. But I made no
connection between that and
me
incantation to the departed, by Jessica Ram
when I drive past the body of a deer,
struck down in the middle of the road,
sometimes whole, sometimes not,
Four Poems by Caroline Earleywine
ut never wear, the ones I double back for and pluck
from the rack on impulse, that I smuggle into dressing
rooms in my search for something that looks like anyone