We are thrilled to announce our long list for the summer Oxford Flash Fiction Prize 2024 in partnership with the Bodleian Libraries’ Kafka: Making of an Icon exhibition at the University of Oxford. Congratulations to all of the authors who reached the list and for all those who entered this round. As always, we saw a wonderfulContinue reading “The 2024 summer long-list”
Author Archives: Oxford Flash Fiction Prize
As The Deer Watched by Anne Falkowski
When the baby inside me was no bigger than a bean, deer began eating out of my hand. Well, only one deer and it was a carrot I stored in my jean pocket before I set out on my daily hike. Actually, there were two deer. Only one ate out of my hand. The otherContinue reading “As The Deer Watched by Anne Falkowski”
Jigsaw Pieces by Susan L. Edser
11 I feel the woman’s gaze infiltrate me, as she looks for secrets that only she suspects. There is a tension, which is held by the birdsong that drifts between us. ‘I heard you sing,’ she says. I am awkward and notice heat reddening my cheeks. I’m at that age when my body is growingContinue reading “Jigsaw Pieces by Susan L. Edser”
Numbers by Tom Vowler
97 You stay up all night, watching as Tory behemoths are slain one by one, waltzing around his living room in your underwear as he sings ‘The Internationale’. It’s safe to make babies now, he says, shaping your breasts as if they are clay. 33 Cyprus Avenue. Friends scowl a little at your haste toContinue reading “Numbers by Tom Vowler”
New Voice Award: Eomma, where are we going? By Yossi Eun-Chong Rosen
Eomma says it is time for bed. Eomma makes me pee in the urinal outside. Appa is asleep. The blanket hugs me. Eomma kisses my forehead. The candle dies. – I can’t sleep tonight. The sheets are cold. My eyes are open. The moon is in the window. – Eomma packs me potatoes for school.Continue reading “New Voice Award: Eomma, where are we going? By Yossi Eun-Chong Rosen”
The 2024 winter short-list
We are thrilled to announce our short list for the winter Oxford Flash Fiction Prize 2024. Congratulations to all of the authors who reached the list and who will be awarded publication in our next anthology and a workshop with The Flash Cabin. If your story is listed, please do not identify which story belongsContinue reading “The 2024 winter short-list”
The 2024 winter long-list
We are thrilled to announce our long list for the winter Oxford Flash Fiction Prize 2024. Congratulations to all of the authors who reached the list and for all those who entered this round. As always, we saw a wonderful range of genres, topics and stories from all over the world, and it was hugelyContinue reading “The 2024 winter long-list”
First Place: Solve the Problems that Fergus Denies he Caused by Malina Douglas
1. When Mary leads the four-year-old child, wrapped in a shawl he singed the edges of when he started a fire in the kitchen, with a bracelet around one wrist printed in shaky letters the name Fergus, to the steps of the orphanage, kisses the small exposed brow and walks away without looking behind her, toContinue reading “First Place: Solve the Problems that Fergus Denies he Caused by Malina Douglas”
Second place: Dad says Nobody Wins on the Teddy Picker by Karen Arnold
The wind blows straight in from the sea, stinging cold that makes my eyes run, but the chips are hot and salty, burning my fingers through the greasy paper. I search into every last corner, lick up each trace. Two dirty grey gulls watch from the railings running around the edge of the pier. OneContinue reading “Second place: Dad says Nobody Wins on the Teddy Picker by Karen Arnold”
Third place: My son plays Minecraft and talks at me for forty minutes straight while I try to write something profound by Jo Gatford
It was going to be about how I was thirty-something when I realised the colour of the sea is dependent on the colour of the sky and that some seas are not just grey and some others are not just brown and the ones we can’t afford to visit are not just cats-eye marble blueContinue reading “Third place: My son plays Minecraft and talks at me for forty minutes straight while I try to write something profound by Jo Gatford”
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