My super weird story 'Katie Says' from BULL made Wigleaf Top 50 2024. I'm in such good company! Huge thanks to 💐 Maurice 💐 for the selection and shome dasgupta for doing what you do. Thanks BULL and congrats to all the writers 🎉 🙌🏾

"She drops the piglet, falls silent, her nine-year-old heart galloping a fury." Wow, this story by Kathryn Silver-Hajo. My lord, a must-read in BULL 💙💙💙

There were only two things louder in our house than my father’s laugh. One was the slam of the bedroom door whenever mom barricaded herself inside & the other was the sound of our rusty station wagon backfiring as it pulled out of the drive.Coleman Bigelow mrbullbull.com/newbull/flash-…

Just accepted a story with the following line: "If my butt were a mouth, I could’ve modeled for Juvéderm." Now you're stuck waiting 3 months to read the rest of its brilliance.

So thrilled to have this story out in BULL . Huge thanks to Benjamin Drevlow and to sara lippmann in whose writers group this first came to life. #flashfiction #delimeat #writerscommunity

She lets them putt-putter on the patchwork quilt, supplying moos, baas, clanks and vrooms, snorting when she plunges the curly-tailed pig snout-down into the toy box-now-hog trough. Read Kathryn Silver-Hajo in BULL!

"Pierre Freeman was an artist, raconteur & dancer, destitute & a drunk. He smoked weed but never paid. He spoke with a Jamaican accent even though he'd never been out of Minnesota." - Thomas Kevin O'Rourke mrbullbull.com/newbull/fictio…

"He realizes now that was a stupid thing to have said. It feels imperative that he go to Cambodia & apologize to Gen say the right thing. He should've said he loved her. Maybe he should've said she wasn’t a whore. He didn’t fucking know." - Faith Miller mrbullbull.com/newbull/fictio…

"What She Really Wants to Say About Kill Devil Hills" was pub'd by BULL on my bro's birthday. Thanks to @drevlow for the legendary acceptance letter: "Fuck Elissa, I'm so glad you sent this," ❤️‍🔥& Flash Pack SmokeLong Quarterly Fitness who read it first. tinyurl.com/r3krdvaa

“How big was the nub?” Dad asked, eyebrows bouncing. “Oh, it was elbow length,” Mom replied, a little soprano sing-song in her voice. “And did he wear a glove on the nub? A covering of some sort?” Dad was spluttering and snorting by that point. Coleman Bigelow BULL

"Because the boys on the street beat your skinny ass and called you bastard. Because the man in the suit and stethoscope said he was your dad but only stayed long enough to give your feverish twin sulfa." Luanne Castle mrbullbull.com/newbull/flash-…

I have a new story in jmww Journal about neighbors,, loneliness, San Francisco. Many thanks to Kristin Bonilla for publishing this! jmwwblog.wordpress.com/2024/09/04/fla…

"Always the 4 sounds. I’d been in bed almost a month & they wouldn’t leave me alone. Whoosh of rubber slapping rubber. Metal scraping asphalt in a scream. The hollow thud of his head hitting the ground. Then another scream. The girl behind me." François Bereaud mrbullbull.com/newbull/fictio…

“You know,” she went on, “it’s been fifty years, but I still hear those bombs. Every day.” Brilliant prose by @fbereaud in @misterbullbull with an excellent voice and a impactful story that leaves you wanting the next chapter and the next.

François Bereaud BULL Benjamin Drevlow This story is stunning. My grandfather was in combat in his head for 53 years before getting diagnosed with ptsd. A woman in our neighborhood hit a child (she lived) on a bike with her car last week. my oldest keeps bringing up how the driver must feel. Perhaps a bit like this.

“Now I live in this goddamn country. What does that mean?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t either. I’m just an old woman trying to stay alive. I don’t know why that either.” Read François Bereaud in BULL!

An absolute stunner of a story by François Bereaud in BULL. The sensory details, that dissociated experience of PTSD. Such an amazing write, François 💔💔💔

François Bereaud BULL Benjamin Drevlow That was one hell of a story. I liked the bit where he closes his eyes and hears the bombs! Oh. This was awesome François!

"Somehow she’s sneaked into the room & found the bottles I’d hidden from when I still had a job. She’s built her own game lining the bottles into a triangle, raising one layer on top of another, a glass pyramid glinting guilt & shame." CHT-CHEN mrbullbull.com/newbull/flash-…