Fuck Fiction

We want your short stories. Once this site is up and running, we will publish two short stories per week. Once a year, these stories will be printed in the Fuck Fiction anthology, made available in dead tree format on your least favorite commercial internet monopolies. For those of you lacking in mathematical prowess, that means that each issue of Fuck Fiction will be comprised of one hundred and four short stories. What do you mean ‘short’? Alfred Kinsey said the average human male could only last about two minutes in the sack, excluding foreplay, which itself is rarely a prolonged engagement. Then comes the grand finale: the orgasm, the little death. This lasts for only a few seconds. But that’s okay. Life itself is brief. The world is billions of years old and we, as a species, have only been here for a few hundred thousand of them. Our records go back only a couple of thousand years, our families a few hundred, and as individuals we have a life expectancy of a pithy sixty-odd years. Nothing in life is permanent, said the Buddha. Suffering stems from the expectation of permanence, and therefore it is clearly in our best interests to embrace brevity. Enjoy the glimpses of beauty before they’re gone, and when they’re gone, let them go and move on to the next. That’s life. Let’s get one thing straight: Fuck Fiction is not necessarily fiction about fucking, although we’re not opposed to that sort of thing. It is fiction that could be read in the time it takes to fuck, discounting cuddling and the post-coital cigarette. We’re not the right venue for literary porn stars. We don’t intend on publishing the short story equivalent of 1Q84 or Infinite Jest. If your prose thrusts though a whole a whole Barry White album instead of just one song, then you’re in the wrong place. We prefer it quick and hard.

Country of Publication

United States