"blue arrangements is a publishing project from raegan bird nathan dragon"
Vibe: Weird / outsider / wtf even is it
Response time:
?
Payment:
No
Simultaneous submissions:
Yes
Previously published:
Yes
Submission fee:
Free
Expedited submissions:
No
Available in print:
No
Examples online:
Yes
Average acceptance rate:
?
Country:
-
Year founded:
2019
Has Masthead info:
Yes

Important stuff

Active on social media
Accept previously published

Genres

👌

Fiction

No specific limitations
👌

Poetry

No specific limitations
👌

Review

No specific limitations
👌

Interview

No specific limitations
👌

Video

No specific limitations

[ugh] feed

[ugh] is our new Twitter knock-off where writers and magazines can post updates. Check it out!
This magazine hasn't posted anything yet. If you're the editor, claim your page here, or start posting here!

Masthead

We currently list only main editors, more will be added later!
If you're an editor, you can edit your masthead in our admin panel :)

raegan bird

Editor

nathan dragon

Editor

Examples

'My Concha: A Screenplay That Will Never Get Made' by JC Holburn

(excerpt)
This elongated elevator pitch is about a rough draft of a screenplay idling in a folder on my desktop, Atmospheric Disturbances (working title only), a conflated adaptation of Rivka Galchen’s 2008 debut novel (of the same name with Buñuel’s 1977 film That Obscure Object of Desire—itself an adaptation (one among many) from the 1898 novel The Woman and the Puppet by Pierre Louÿs. The idea I have is to make a comedic psychodrama about obsession, deception, psychosis, validation, and compromise. In terms of genre, think Buñuel meets Tarkovsky’s Solaris meets Cronenberg’s Dead Ringers meets Kasdan’s Body Heat meets Frears’s High Fidelity meets Goulding’s 1947 version of Nightmare Alley.
Read the full piece in the magazine

'Lost Art' by Will Stanier

(excerpt)
After it was all said and done, but before it was really over— canned, kaput, complete, dead as a doornail, as they say, and empty of everything we’d found there: gobstoppers and galoshes, globetrotter hand-me-downs, hula hoops and fancy old hat boxes— I wanted to ask one simple question. (Just a matter of pride, I guess.) “Know who I am?” I asked the folks around, lawyers and tax people, a few professional movers.
Read the full piece in the magazine

Contributors on Chill Subs (0)

No one has added their publication in this magazine yet :) Be the first!

All contributors

Contributors are coming :)

(or not, maybe it's too many of them)