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Welcome to the online literary journal from Arch Street Press!

 

Fourth-Quarter 2021 Competition Now Open!

 

 

These days, it feels as though the world is in transition. From the autumnal evolution of leaves to the frequent fluctuations of news and information, change is in the air. For Meet Me @ 19th Street’s fourth quarter competition, we invite you to submit the first chapter of a novel grounded in transition or evolution, the subtlest shifts or the most colossal of transformations.

 

Each of three winners will receive $100, publication in our online literary journal,

Meet Me @ 19th Street, and consideration for the Arch Street Prize, which includes $1000, professional editing of the manuscript, a book contract and publication by Arch Street Press.

 

Send your submission and a $15 entry fee using the “Submit” button below. Deadline is December 31, 2021 at midnight. Happy writing!

 

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2021 Winners

The Hidden Spirit of the Forest

The Hidden Spirit of the Forest

The Hidden Spirit Of The Forest Amelia Herridge IshakThe silence brought on the night. That fresh, crispy stillness that comes as the last of the  day’s light slips away beyond the horizon. Time was frozen, the world taking a collective  breath, before darkness seeped...

Huge Ships

Huge Ships

Huge Ships Peter HankinsAgain he had the powerful sense of being in the presence of death. Not feeling haunted or terrified: something calmer, as if he were walking in a graveyard. He knew it was no good lying in the dark waiting for his mind to move on (he’d tried...

Blue in Green

Blue in Green

Blue In Green E J DrogaIt was a sort of longing:a piercing, soulful arc rising from a warm melody, dancing through the air like a ballerina upon  the stage, twirling and spinning, flowing through your imagination. Calling from the  background, those plaintive notes...

Aperitivo

Aperitivo

Aperitivo Madeleine HolmesChapter One: Aperitivo I look down at the straw hat that floats idly on the sparkling surface, its peach ribbon trailing in the turquoise Caribbean Sea. Somewhere beneath the sea is my mother. And for what seems like an eternity, she’s no...

Turnings

Turnings

Turnings Cope CumpstonThe poster was taped on a wall in the science building hallway. A schooner leaned tall into whitecaps, sails swollen with wind against an immense blue sky. The banner above, Openings: oceanographic apprentices for the Research Vessel Westward....

2020 Winners

My Plural Is People

My Plural Is People

My Plural Is People Anndee Hochman“Zachary Kahn-Molina, do you have siblings?” Mr. Rattrazino paused, stub of yellow chalk cinched between his second and third fingers like the suave, chain-smoking lead of a 1930s movie. Rattrazino—mostly, we called him “Mr. R,”...

Cottonwood Rust

Cottonwood Rust

Cottonwood Rust Steven Wight“You did say Gypsum?” said the lady behind the airport information desk. “Yes, Gypsum,” replied Annie. “Is there a problem?” “No. It’s just most people want information about Vegas. I’ll check and see what accommodations are in Gypsum. You...

Catalyst

Catalyst

Catalyst Rachel WongThe leaves were stubborn, adamantly holding onto the trees from which they’d sprouted. Even after their colors shifted from jade to amber to gold, they resisted the icy wind that came soaring up the Hudson Valley and through the wide streets of...

Blue Zone

Blue Zone

Blue Zone Seren SenseiDo you have experience utilizing screens for data entry? Y/N Are you 16 or older? Y/N Have you ever spent time in Rehabilitation? Y/N Have you or any of your family members ever been chosen? Y/N Amber St. Clair stared at the questionnaire in...

The Bargeman’s Daughter: Seneca Village Arises

The Bargeman’s Daughter: Seneca Village Arises

The Bargeman’s Daughter: Seneca Village Arises Thomas BeltonA day after the Nativist riot at Saint Patrick’s Church in downtown Manhattan, Annie Hogan awoke with an awful headache to the sounds of singing in a cabin she’d never seen before. A young girl was making...

2019 Memoir Winners

What Happened Then

What Happened Then

What Happened Then Paula FriedmanEven in the birthmothers’ groups, I have been told, “You had some choice.” I was no frightened teenager, after all, but a highly educated radical, “running around with those other tie-dyed, fanatic, family-dumping spongers through the...

Alice

Alice

Alice Virginia CramerIt was when I went to bury Alice that I understood she wasn’t dead. And I understood that she wasn’t going to die for a long time, and that people aren’t dead when they die, and you can’t kill them. People die slowly, sometimes too slowly, and in...

Storming the Castle

Storming the Castle

Storming the Castle Peter E. Murphy“I think there’s someone in there,” Twiz says, pressing her one good eye against the beveled-glass door of The Windsor Castle Hotel, which is neither a castle nor a hotel, but a run-down pub in Newport, a run-down city in South...

2019 FANTASY WINNERS

Kill for Love

Kill for Love

Kill for Love Laura PicklesimerEvery night I dreamt of fire, of Santa Monica Boulevard up in flames, blocks of designer merchandise torched to the ground, windows shattered, mannequins melted onto their steel pedestals. I dreamt of one spectacular disaster each night....

The Young White Girl

The Young White Girl

The Young White Girl Luke KingsburyCongdon Park Municipal Code of Conduct and CommunityArticle A, Subsection 1, Clause A: The Congdon Council, made up of five highly-qualified elected officials, must maintain, create, and enforce laws that protect a safe and thriving...

A Little Light

A Little Light

A Little Light Lori D. JohnsonChapter 1 It’s 8 something in the morning and Tina is standing at the corner of Pharaoh and Sphinx with her arms folded across her chest and her jaws as tight as Mike Tyson’s clenched fists. But all the while, the bright morning sun is...

2019 HONORABLE MENTIONS

Ahkii-Savior

Ahkii-Savior

Ahkii-Savior Kai QuallsChapter 1 Savior “It true began in the time of sorrows, the period of mourning in the aftermath of the all-gods war. As the Sumai’a tell it, the blood soaked soil gave them birth. From the essence of god-death and the power of Ahki’i they were...

Ruth vs. Bender

Ruth vs. Bender

Ruth vs. Bender Kevin KingAs far as hayseed James Atwood Gray knew, or even Moe Berg for that matter, there was no God of Peace. So in what god’s eye was the glint that gave light to Babe Ruth’s All Americans touring Japan as 1934 concluded? **** The RMS Empress of...

2018 WINNERS

Shelter Me

Shelter Me

Shelter Me Kirby FieldsNana is in one corner, threatening to call the police. Dad is in the other telling her to go ahead and do it. She holds the phone in her left hand, her right index finger hovering over the keypad like she’s about to detonate a bomb. My brothers...

I Hum Delilah

I Hum Delilah

Mother of a Hanged Girl Chad V. BroughmanDamp winds lashed at the town square, tipping hats and rustling papery leaves against the scaffold. Ruth’s bonnet lifted and a lock of reddish-yellow hair spilled over her eye. The girl forgot her hands were bound and when she...

A Fool’s Errand

A Fool’s Errand

A Fool’s Errand John GalvinI was drafted a year out of high school, was shuttled from Ft. Knox to Ft. Dix to Ft. Bliss, spent a year in Tacoma, Washington. There were no wars at the time, only tensions, so I never made it over seas. When I was discharged, I returned...

2018 HONORABLE MENTIONS

What Ben Franklin Would Have Told Me

What Ben Franklin Would Have Told Me

What Ben Franklin Would Have Told Me Donna GordonChapter 1 Lee knew for a fact that his obituary was already written, by the same reporter who interviewed President Jimmy Carter last fall, shortly after his election. He hoped the headline would be dignified. Lee...

The Blacksmith’s Daughter

The Blacksmith’s Daughter

The Blacksmith’s Daughter Patrick Vala-HaymesBlood and iron have always had much the same scent for me. I have never been one to blanch or wrinkle my nose at either. • • • Winter blew through the open gate of the smithy. I peeked out from beneath the canopy of my...

I Hum Delilah

I Hum Delilah

I Hum Delilah Tej Rae1. Place de L’Obélisque Find the tire on the bank of the weed-choked canal, treads faded to brick-red sludge. Roll it. With quick steps and quicker hands to the middle of the road that connects the university to the rest of the city. Drag a bed...