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Fiction Awards

k. Margaret Grossman
Fiction Awards

  • First Prize
    $1000
  • Second Prize
    $300
  • Third Prize
    $200

Contest Guidelines

  1. Send unpublished stories, 8,000 words max. All subjects and styles welcome.
  2. Postmark by January 15th.
  3. Name, Address, Telephone Number, Email Address (optional) — on Cover Page only.
  4. Include Self Addressed Stamped Envelope or Email Address for reply.
  5. Include $10 Reading Fee per story — OR —
    $15 Reading Fee for two stories.
  6. All entries considered for publication.

All currency above given in US dollars.

Remember: email submissions are NOT currently accepted.

All reading fees (by check or money order)
should be made out to
Literal Latté
and mailed with entry manuscripts to

Literal Latté Awards
200 East 10th Street, Suite 240
New York, NY 10003
(212) 260-5532

Literal Latte Fiction Award Winners

Please note that this listing may be incomplete.

Fall 2013 Issue

For Love By Enid Harlow

Second Prize, 2013 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
The mother’s voice was loud. Too loud. The sound was startling. Her eyes were wide and bright. Frank wondered if she was taking drugs herself. A family thing. Or maybe she was plastered, had got herself appropriately inebriated for the occasion. Pickled. The word jumped into his mind, and he thought it apt. Pickled in mind and body for the occasion of her son’s funeral….

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Winter 2013 Issue

Mistaken Identity By Enid Harlow

Third Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
In a corner of the room sits an old man with sparse white hair, face of chalk, and fixed blue eyes. His body is as thin as a cadaver’s and his eyes stare out into the room as if they would seize everything in it and take it down into themselves. The baby at the breast cannot see the old man sitting in the corner….

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Fall 2012 Issue

Sinking the Eight By Marc Nieson

First Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
It seems your life can be measured. And I’m not talking about notches in a doorway, candles on a cake, or even that line between dates on your tombstone, but individual moments. Split seconds, really, that’ll come along quiet and fleeting as heartbeats yet divert your destinations nonetheless….

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Fall 2012 Issue

The Limits of Certainty By Renée Thompson

Second Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
He was most alive while birding. In summer he pitched a tent, prepared his meals on a Coleman stove, and drank coffee from an aluminum cup. He crawled into his sleeping bag just after dusk and rose before sunrise, ate a breakfast of one boiled egg or half a banana, then prepared his field gear…

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Winter 2012 Issue

Leopard Skin Coat By Jennifer Adams

Second Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
A black cab dropped them off at his family’s London townhouse in the middle of a side street smashed between Notting Hill and Kensington. They stepped out….

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Winter 2012 Issue

The Mourning Dove By L. E. Grabowski-Cotton

First Prize, 2011 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
When Emily entered the kitchen that evening, she wasn’t surprised to see newspapers spread all over the floor, the counters, the table. There seemed to be less than yesterday….

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Fall 2010 Issue

Four Stories from The Quiet By Robert Moulthrop

First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
I am still attracted to quiet. Even when Estelle was frenetic, I sensed an interior calm. She had combed her raven hair; her hands could sometimes be still. And her name held a promise: diamond pinpoints of light hanging still in a dark, black winter sky…

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Fall 2010 Issue

The Philosophers Club By Leslie Rodd

First Prize, 2010 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
In the shadows of early afternoon, on a day of breakthroughs, I’m standing with Smitty and Sonya in front of the Kansas Asylum for the Insane in Topeka, where we’ve come to visit Monica. It’s June, 1940. We graduated from high school last week — our ceremony cancelled because of the tragedy — and already we’re feeling old.

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Fall 2009 Issue

Tidewater Breakdown By Sarah McCraw Crow

Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
Brian was late getting home — he’d gone surfing with Rob, down at Rudee Inlet, and they’d stayed out a little too long, waiting for one decent spring wave — but even now, Carly’s minivan wasn’t in the driveway….

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Summer 2009 Issue

Mares Eat Oats By George Dila

Second Prize, 2009 Literal Latte Fiction Award.
We got this assignment in our Adult Ed creative writing class, the assignment being to write a little story about our mother, Mother’s Day being just a couple of weeks away, and all. Just one page. Like a sketch or a vignette. A little scene, maybe, with some action and dialogue….

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