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Salomè Online Literary Magazine: A Call For Submissions



Okay, I'm just going to go ahead and say it: the most appealing thing about this magazine, from a writer's perspective, is that it pays. I don't know about you, but I don't have the time or desire to work for free. 

Salomè is an online literary magazine for emerging female writers. So whether you're female or feel that you are woman, submit. They've filled their quota for their October issue, but do not fear, you can submit again as from 30 October 2017. The next issue is themed Creation. Have a look at their submissions guide before you do.

As per their submissions page: 

Great, you'd like to submit a piece to us. 

Submissions re-open on 30th October. Upcoming theme: Creation

  • Please use the form at the bottom of this page for all submissions

  • We operate on a submissions cap basis - submissions close when we reach 250, so we recommend you get in there pretty speedy 

  • Our issues are themed so check out our theme below for your creative inspiration

  • Submissions received before we call for submissions unfortunately can't be considered. Salomé doesn't love rules but we need one or two!

  • Writers that submit a piece we select for publication in Salomé will receive £50 - yes, we pay, hurrah! 

Please note: we have recently updated our Submission Guide and can only accept one piece of writing per writer to ensure that, of the 250 submissions we accept, 250 different writers get an opportunity to submit. This rule isn't category specific i.e. if you submit one piece in any category (fiction, non-fiction, flash fiction & poetry) then that will count as your one valid submission. If a writer submits more than one piece, we will accept the piece that is submitted first. 


Artists: We accept submissions for art all day every day...

Send us an email, any time you like, with some examples of your work for us to feature. Art for each issue follows that issue's theme so do check out our themes.


Go check them out, and let me know if you are keen on submitting. Good luck!



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