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Call for Submissions!!!

MacKenzie Publishing is accepting fiction submissions for its first anthology, a horror anthology for teens, tentatively titled OUT OF THE CAVE. Please ensure stories are suitable for that age group. Stories should have a teen protagonist.

Submission deadline: April 30, 2016 (or when anthology is full)

Payment: $10 Canadian per story, paid via Paypal upon publication

Word count: 2,000 to 5,000 words

Publication date (print and e-books): on or before September 1, 2016

MacKenzie Publishing does not accept material which has been published previously, either online or in print. By submitting to MacKenzie Publishing, you are assuring that you hold the rights to the work and are granting MacKenzie Publishing the rights to edit and publish the submitted work. MacKenzie Publishing requires exclusive rights for 12 months from date of publication.

To Submit:
Paste info and document in the body of an email (no attachments) in this order:
-Title of story, your name, email, word count
-Bio (up to 150 words)

Email stories to MacKenzie Publishing at: MacKenzieSubs@gmail.com.
Put the title of your submission in the subject line.

MacKenzie Publishing Website: http://www.mackenziepublishing.wordpress.com

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The Spot Writers – “Consequence,” by Cathy MacKenzie

Welcome to the Spot Writers. The prompt for February is to use the following in a story: “How could she (or he) do a thing like that?” (Inspiration came to Cathy as a result of a recent birth; no, not mine!)

This week’s flash fiction comes to you from Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her new Facebook page, OUT OF THE CAVE, (and the call for submissions for a horror anthology for teens).



Nathan, rubbing his forehead, sways to and fro. “How could she do a thing like that?”

“I don’t know. Why in the world would she do that?” His problems aren’t my problems, so I don’t know why he’s asking me.

“You think I’m terrible, don’t you?”

“Not at all.” I don’t usually lie.

“But I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?”

The colour of his face alternates with blotches of red and white. “I…I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t understand.” I sigh at his silence. “What’s not to understand? Pretty clear to me. You penetrated, you enjoyed the moment, and now there’s a consequence.”

At least I assumed he enjoyed himself.


 The Spot Writers–our members:

 RC Bonitz: rcbonitz.com

Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/

Catherine A. MacKenzie:https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Tom Robson: Blog pending


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