There are presently no open calls for submissions.
We publish two things: absurdist and outsider fiction.
Absurdist: we like stuff that's funny, strange, experimental, offensive, and that has a serious WTF factor. If your writing is the literary equivalent of Kentucky Fried Movie, we want to see it.
Outsider: low-lifes, junkies, dope-heads, strippers, whores, beats, degenerates, and the marginalized; we're big fans of Bukowski, but we don't just want clones.
We're looking for flash and super-short stories that defy genre. We like to read stuff we haven't seen before. I realize everyone says that, but seriously, don't give us the same cookie-cutter MFA story as everyone else.
All entries submitted by college freshmen that are a weepy story about their dead grandmother are immediately entered in our annual anthology, "I'm a stupid fucking idiot who cannot read submission requirements" and cannot be withdrawn.
Our patron saints and influences include William S. Burroughs, Raymond Federman, Mark Leyner, Charles Bukowski, and Hunter S. Thompson.
I won't get bent out of shape if you use the word 'fuck'. I wish every journal would mention this.
All submissions are for the online version of Paragraph Line. Submissions may later be collected into a print/e-book anthology. If you submit, you agree that you have rights to your story, and we have the right to use it for either of these. All rights return to the owner after publication.
No payment. If we were making money, we would. We're not.
Please include a three or four sentence bio that we can put at the end of your piece. Links are welcome, of course.