This Month

January 1st, 2009

January

Happy New Year!

Welcome to Flask and Pen Literary Magazine. We accept submissions of short stories, poetry and essays. A submission may be on any topic. In addition each month we invite our readers to write on a topic selected by our staff. The topic may be a single word such as Sunrise, while at other times it may be a phrase such as New Adventures. Please check our submission guidelines prior to submitting.

Two Weeks Left to Enter-Deadline Approaching

Flask and Pen is proud to present our first Contest with a top prize of $150. For more info check out the Contest page.

The Monthly topic for January is First Love.

The Second Flask and Pen Project is complete! Our next one will be starting soon. Link to our Projects atThe Project page. The Project is a collaborative effort amongst Flask & Pen contributors and readers. We thank all of our participants for their contributions.

The February topic will be Risky Business. We are accepting submissions now at submissions@flaskandpen.com.

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2008 Discoveries

December 31st, 2008

by Syisphus

As another year winds down, we were talking about our favorite reads and decided we needed to create a post where our F&P readers and contributors could share their favorites with each other. So, if you have five favorites that you read in 2008, share them with us by posting them in the comment section below.

My top 5 for 2008, not in any particular order: Continue reading »


Bless the Child

January 5th, 2009

by Georgia Rushing

I hate to see water collect on a rainy day. Looking at the yellowish brown water with the little black specs floating around in it makes me sick to my stomach and I’m immediately reminded of Dustin.

One thanksgiving, my aunt Lisa who had been living in California, introduced us to her godson Dustin. I was much taller, but he was older. He was a clean boy with waves in his hair. His smell reminded me of my grandfather.

“Crystal, why don’t you show Dustin the T.V. game I got you.” After Mama’s suggestion, I led Dustin to my bedroom.

“You can call me Dusty.” He said Continue reading »


The Last Birdsong

January 2nd, 2009

by Graham Murray

Weeks afterwards, she thought about something he had once told her. That his mother was convinced he could charm the birds out of the trees. She realized this was just a silly expression, and yet . . . perhaps his mother had recognized in him something that no one else had.

Her three-year old daughter had been tired all day and now lay sleeping on the sofa with her new Barbie backpack clutched tightly in her hand. He had taken a photograph of her wearing it the day she received it, almost as large as she was. Her first backpack. Continue reading »


Clementines, my dear

December 29th, 2008

by Hannah Louise Rootham

Finally the leaves are dropping from the trees, curly, brown and crisp,
Exhausted by summer, totally drained of water and life.
All we could do in the endless still heat was wait,
Imagining cool autumn winds and the fresh, chilly nights.
And then all of a sudden, they came. I stepped outside, breathed deeply
And rubbed my smooth, dry, cold hands together.
With my lungs stretched around the voluminous heavy, damp air,
I looked up, and shouted to the sky ‘I am alive!’ Continue reading »