The Molotov Cocktail is interested in volatile flash fiction, the kind of prose you cook up in a bathtub and handle with rubber gloves. While literary fiction is certainly welcomed, The Molotov Cocktailisn’t some erudite journal that will only accept stories with at least five layers of metaphor. We want your action, we want your rotten characters, we want viscera. While genre pieces are permissible, anything that is reliant on genre convention over story will not be looked kindly upon. It’s all about language and story.
We encourage surrealist and experimental stuff, so hit us with your best shot, but avoid the following genres because we’ll reject them outright: romance, children’s or young adult, swords and sorcerers brand of fantasy. Also, avoid the following because they’ll make us want to punch you in the face:
• Stories set primarily in bars, coffee shops, or high school
• Stories about writers
• Dialogue with words like “Um” and “Oh”
• Stories glorifying rape, incest, or necrophilia (unless you’re Joyce Carol Oates, in which case we’ll put you in the maybe pile, Ms. Oates).
• Stories in which the first two or three lines involve someone pondering something while watching their cigarette smoke swirl up into the light.
• Bios in which you refer to yourself as “crazy” or “unhinged” or “insane.” It may sound edgy to you, but to us it sounds as outmoded as the lobotomy.
• Demanding pre-approval of any edits we make. You’re not that special.
• Please, please, please don’t tell us you are thus far unpublished. It’s not sexy. If you hope to make us your first, know that we prefer seduction over pity fucks.