At night, we search for the darkness. We stumble around inside of ourselves. Someone says they can still see the fireflies, and I think, perhaps, I can still see my lover—pale pink lips.We cannot make...

Cindy Shebley   CC Winner Winner My mother-in-law called me after Travis' death and asked for his ashes. This might have seemed like a reasonable request, but her actual words were  “Someday when...

Submissions Submission Guidelines PLEASE READ SUBMISSION GUIDELINES THOROUGHLY AS THEY’VE BEEN UPDATED AS OF SEPTEMBER 1, 2026. Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine publishes fiction with exactly six-sentences...