Why The Itch?

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Some stories entertain.

Some stories explain.

The stories we love most do neither.

They linger.

They follow us into grocery stores and waiting rooms. They wake us at three in the morning. They demand another draft. Another reading. Another look.

The Itch exists for writing that refuses to leave.

We publish work that burrows beneath the skin—flash fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, and hybrid forms that surprise, unsettle, delight, or haunt.

If we're still thinking about it tomorrow, we want it.

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What We Publish

Flash Fiction

Tiny stories with long shadows.

Creative Nonfiction

True stories that refuse easy answers.

Poetry

Language that lingers.

Hybrid Work

If it doesn't fit neatly in a box, we're interested.

The Itch seeks writing that creates friction.

We are drawn to work that makes readers feel something before they understand it.

Work that risks sincerity.

Work that leaves fingerprints.

Work that follows us home.