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     During the month of March, I will be sharing the works of others who I think deserve a spotlight, and pieces that I think have something to say! To help with what I am looking for, I have made a short list of guidelines.


• Anything that meditates and explores an emotion or feeling, or exploring an idea in depth. This doesn't need to be non-fictional, but it does need to come from somewhere real.

• Horror and tragedy will always be my darlings, and so I would love to see what y'all can share!

• Nothing too long! This format doesn't play well with longer pieces, so if you are looking to share your novella, then this isn't the best spot! I'd say that less than 3,500 words, just to give a specific word count for clarity.

• There are no special rules for formatting, but there has to be a purpose to how it is composed. Be mindful in your work, and make sure it reads like you intend it to.


Ultimately, though, I will say that I can only accept so many pieces for Guest Writer Months, so I will likely have to turn away a good number of pieces. That said, depending on how it all shakes out, we might be able to figure something out!

If there are any questions, I am more than happy to answer them directly! You can find the contact information on the Contact page.



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