Remember when your short story and its big brother would spend every day together, and your story hung on every word he said, like it was advice from God himself? See, your story's big brother was a fighter, a champ, the best around. At least he was the best until a bigger, stronger story beat him. Not content to just win the bigger story killed him, snapped him like a twig, snuffed him out like an anniversary dinner candle.
Well now's your chance for revenge. Face off against some of the deadliest short fiction in the Broken Pencil Indy Writers Deathmatch.
The deadline, like your impending doom, is drawing near.
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