The Atlantic Fiction Submissions Novels & Stories

He'd told him after a huge fight with Liam, “If you ever need space, the pool house is yours.” And there he was standing in the rain with his duffel bag, in front of this beach house belonging to his Ex's father whom he'd informed of his arrival two days ago. He rang the doorbell and soon the door opened. And there stood him—Daniel Fitzgerald. Fifty three, greying hair. Fit physique, tall and breathtakingly good looking even for his age. “Evan.” Daniel’s voice was low, quite surprised even. “Hi, Mr. Fitz,” Evan shivered. “I thought you got my text.”

Shifting in his seat and clenching his outstretched hand around the steering wheel, he responds, "Not the big one, but I'm being recognized as an emerging writer." "Harlan!" I exclaim. "That's amazing!" "It's a really impressive event, and though it's meant for authors, it attracts all sorts of attendees. Journalists, academics, a good mix of different people in the field. It's a great opportunity to network." I lean back in my seat. "That'll be great for you." He sighs. "I'm saying that I think you should come." Gawking, I turn to him. "Me? Is that a joke?"

“No, she doesn’t. I wish I had someone else to send you, but the pickings are getting slimmer and slimmer. It doesn’t help that you’re so damn picky, either.” “What do you mean?” “You know, your policy on not even looking at those popular vampire books or anything with a religious backdrop. Pity.” Anna let out a heavy sigh. “I’m beginning to rethink this policy of mine. Have you read something that looks interesting?” “Nothing I’m excited about, but if you’re open to seeing a few submissions that are out of your comfort zone, I’d be happy to send them over.” “Sure, why not. I’ll distribute them to my editors and let them decide. They’ve not had much to do lately. I’m currently being stalked

Having grown up immersing myself in classic literature and physical books rather than typical web novels, I have crafted a story with a unique, atmospheric depth that stands apart from standard romance novels. Years ago, following a major accident that left me in the intensive care unit, my mind was flooded with raw imagination. I promised myself then that if I survived, I would embrace every challenge. Pouring that determination into my work, I became a dedicated professional, and the story I once wrote only for myself is finally out in the world. Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life.

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