Deep Marks by Ali Jones

The first time it had happened, and he’d really seen her, he’d been trawling the pools, tracing his knuckles over crusted rocks, trailing his fingers in the water. Continue reading Deep Marks by Ali Jones

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Submissions open, and a somewhat sad announcement

Dear readers, writers, and friends of Lonesome October Lit,

Our submissions are opening a little earlier than I intended after our summer break, but unfortunately they come with some news that has been weighing on my heart. Continue reading Submissions open, and a somewhat sad announcement