Announcing Zoetrope’s 2008 Short Fiction Contest, which will be judged by National Book Award-finalist Elizabeth McCracken and award prizes of $1,000 for first place, $500 for second, and $250 for third.

Additionally, the winners and seven finalists will be considered for representation by several leading literary agencies.

PRIZES: First prize is $1,000; second prize $500; and third prize $250.

LITERARY AGENCIES: The winners and seven finalists will be considered for representation by the William Morris Agency, ICM, Regal Literary, the Elaine Markson Literary Agency, Inkwell Management, Sterling Lord Literistic, and the Georges Borchardt Literary Agency.

DEADLINE: All entries must be postmarked by October 1, 2008. Results will be announced at the website December 1, 2008, and in the Spring 2009 issue of the magazine.

LAST YEAR’S WINNER: Janice Macdonald’s “The Plainness of My Fall” was published as a special online supplement to the Spring 2008 issue.

We accept all genres of literary fiction. Entries must be: unpublished; strictly 5,000 words or less; postmarked by October 1, 2008; clearly marked “Short Fiction Contest” on both the story and the outside of the envelope; accompanied by a $15 entry fee per story (make checks payable to AZX Publications). Please include name and address on first page or cover letter only. There are no formatting restrictions; please ensure only that the story is legible.

We welcome multiple entries ($15/story) and entries from outside the U.S.; please send entry fee in U.S. currency or money order. While we cannot return manuscripts, we will forward a list of the winning stories to any entrant who includes an SASE; as well, we will e-mail contest updates to anyone who provides an active e-mail address. Entrants retain all rights to their stories.

Zoetrope: All-Story
Attn: Short Fiction Contest
916 Kearny Street
San Francisco, CA 94133


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    Well sundance, let’s go out with a song. We pump up our piss filled super-soakers and charge out into a balze of bullets.
    “Don’t look at them Jemima.
    “DON’T look at the them.
    “Those are NASTY boys.”

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