We call writers and poets to weave your magic and ink prose and poems better than chocolates and roses on Valentine’s day!
Submission guidelines for I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK: An International Anthology of Love Poems, Love Stories, Anecdotes from Real People about Real Experiences.
We will be accepting entries for poems, short stories, and anecdotes that fit the theme of: A. Will You Be My Valentine? B. My Funny Valentine (Or from heart-warming to humorous and everything in between).
NO FICTION, please. ANY GENRE (Except Erotica) is accepted. Unpublished work only.
What we’re looking for:
- Stories or poems of any genre (except Erotica) have some aspect of relationships, dating, weddings, or marriage life woven into the story or poem.
- Like all good short stories. Your love story must have a beginning, middle, and end. You should include at least one or more of the elements of a short story: character, setting, conflict, plot, and theme. Include at the end of your story or poem a bio of no more than 50 words. There is no compensation for your contribution other than a publication credit, an opportunity to reach a broad audience. Proceeds from the anthology sales will fund McKinley Publishing Hub’s effort to support budding writers through book publications.
- All love story entries must be enterered on the form below
Please put “I Love You To The Moon And Back – Your Full Name” in the subject line. E.g., I Love You To The Moon And Back – Lady Margrethe
PASTE YOUR STORY IN THE BODY OF YOUR EMAIL. NO ATTACHMENTS, .
- Please include your 50 words (a short) bio in the body of the email (500 words max).
In addition, indicate how you want your name to be published in the anthology. Note: Your Bio Must be in Third Person ( example; Estelle started writing……She was…She recently published…..
- Deadline: Tuesday, January 25, 2022. We reserve the right to edit for spelling corrections and change any word not written in English without notifying the author. Further inquiries should be sent to Inquiry@mckinleypublishinghub.
Here’s a sample from poetess Estelle .
My husband and I were high school sweethearts. As Fate would have it, we ended up getting married but not without going through the roughs and tumbles of a relationship.
Fast forward, he is serving in the Philippine Marine Corps with the elite Force Reconnaissance Group. Maybe the long waits, distance, and worries all help keep the spark alive. Even now.
Across that crowded place, your eyes met mine, and you smiled that one-dimpled smile. Impishly I raised my glass your way; then, you walked over and sat beside me. We didn’t talk nor touch.
We sat in comfortable silence, Impervious to the babel around us, each to our thoughts, yet conscious of the undercurrent emotions waiting to surge, wanting to be set free—another round of drinks.
We reached for the same glass; our fingers touched. I withdrew my hand as though electrified. My heart was beating fast. I cast my eyes downward, sensing your fiery gaze on my face; I didn’t want to look at you; I might drown in your brown eyes again.
Suddenly the room whirled; you caught me as I was about to fall; you whispered, “Time to go home, love.” And we left, one hand around my waist, My head leaning on your shoulder. I heard some people say, “Wish we could have that kind of marriage after all these years!”
I smiled at you. You smiled back.