Deathmatch 2014 is on NOW. Go visit the page, read the stories, vote and sound off in the comments!
Every year the Indie Writers’ Deathmatch receives tens of thousands of visits from readers all across the planet, determined to cast their vote, pen their comments and do anything they can to see their favourite story win. This time, with the stakes higher than ever, the battles are sure to be more savagely fought than ever before.
TOP PRIZE: A Complete Indie Writer’s Makeover!
This year the Deathmatch winner gets a complete indie writer’s makeover which includes a consultation with literary agent Sam Hiyate of the Rights Factory, a feedback session with novelist and Globe and Mail columnist Russell Smith and a feedback session with Coach House Books, one of Canada’s top independent publishing houses. All this plus publication in Broken Pencil and $150 cash!
The top 3 runners-up get $100 and publication in Spring 2013 issue of Broken Pencil Magazine!
About the Deathmatch: Since 2008, Broken Pencil: the magazine of zine culture and the independent arts, has been running one of the world’s most audacious short story contests. In the Indie Writers’ Deathmatch, the top eight submitted stories as selected by Broken Pencil are pitted against each other two by two. Each week, two stories will be pitted against each other in the online arena, where anyone and everyone can read them and vote on which one deserves to reign supreme. The authors will be in constant communication with their audience through a blog which they can use to hype up their own story, or trash-talk their opponent’s writing. The winning story moves on to the next round until there are only two stories left, battling it out for ultimate victory! With over 25,000 votes cast, the Deathmatch is a high stakes struggle for literary bragging rights! Don’t believe us? Check out past years of Deathmatch insanity — 2011 is here, 2012 is here, and 2013 is here.
Deadline to enter: December 31, 2013
“Why did you leave?” said Huxley, his voice cracked and broken. A minute passed between them as the storm rumbled and crashed in the silence that hung in the air like spider silk.