Ladies and Gentlemen, we are pleased to announce... Issue 3!

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Hello everyone and welcome back to FlashFlood, an international flash-fiction journal created by you and edited by a team of volunteer editors on behalf of National Flash-Fiction Day, for it's Third edition.

The aim is simple, wherever you are in the world, we want your best flash-fictions. The word limit is 500 words, but that's the only rule. Any subject, any genre, any style, any perspective, anything as long as it's flash.

Submissions close at the 23.59, Wednesday 17th April 2013 (BST), so don't delay.

The stories will be posted regularly throughout the day on Friday 19th April, providing you with a constant diet of brand new flash-fictions to fill your day.

Please paste your story into the body of your email and send it to flashfloodjournal@gmail.com. (A maximum of 3 pieces per author, please.)

We can't wait to read your work!

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  1. Hi, you emailed me earlier today to say you'd like to publish my story but it needed a title. I have only just picked up my emails and replied but it seems to be an automated response. Is there an alternative email address?
    Yours,
    Kelly
    kellydaniel16@yahoo.co.uk

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