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Italian Online Litmag Calls for Submissions!

Yang-May, who I was fortunate to have met two Saturdays ago, has posted up a call for submissions from the Italian online literary magazine, Buran:
The aim is to show what we call “Invisible Writing”: stories that we usually are not able to read because of the language (chinese, arab and so on) or because they are fading away into the great ocean of the web. We are collecting stories from all over the world.
You won't get paid, but how cool would it be to see your writing translated into Italian? (Answer: very.) The length requirement is a little weird though - between 5000 to 10000 characters? That's probably flash fiction length. 1000 words perhaps?

Next issue's theme is "The City" (a personal favourite), but they'd probably take on any other subject matter. Deadline's on March 19.

Give Flaviano an email at flaviano.fillo@libero.it or at redazione@buran.it

Get cracking!

Comments

  1. Ted,
    thank you very much for your kind post.
    About 1000 words coul be a right lenght, for us.
    And we can wait for submissions till March 31
    Best
    Flaviano

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  2. "5000 to 10000 characters? That's probably flash fiction length."

    Hahaha that was witty.


    Flash fic is between 250- to 1,000-word range. Lesser than that its a micro fict.

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  3. Flaviano: My pleasure. Thanks for the clarification.

    Amaruhizat: So, this means that if we can calculate how many words 5000 to 10000 characters can make, we can actually save the cheerleader, and in turn, save the world? Yes, yes... we might actually have a chance!

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