Rhetoric Askew, dedicated to the creation of a collective perspective.

Rhetoric Askew is a platform designed to ignite a creative fire in those who visit its Askew realm.

Rhetoric Askew is made up of a diverse group of authors and artists, but to be part of RA is more than to be part of a group of creative individuals.

Rhetoric Askew is a lifestyle for its Authors and Artists Askew who seek to connect with and inspire others through the worlds we create on the page.

Our doors are always open.

Feel free to look around, and make yourself at home.  At RA, we are all a little Askew.

Happy writing,



If you would like to have your work considered for publication by Rhetoric Askew we are open for submissions of poetry, fiction of less than 5,000 words, and original artwork. Non-fiction articles, essays, and other content including word counts larger than 5,000 will also be considered for publication on a case-by-case basis.

We will do our best to respond within 30(ish) days of the open call’s END. We will not send rejections. Our mission is to see no author left behind. (Disclaimer: artificial intelligence submission bots will be left behind. Our editors reserve the right to refuse to publish any material or author for any reason, but we really prefer to publish so remember to keep it classy. Happy writing!)

No monetary compensation will be provided for submissions, but with enough support, we do hope to change that in the near future.

We will make every effort to find a home in the Rhetoric Askew world for your unique talent.

Send queries to: submissions@rhetoricaskew.com

Include your name, title, query, type of content and word count in the subject line. Example: John Doe, Query: Non-Fiction 4,500 words.

INCLUDE the phrase “I am Askew” in the body of the email or the submission will be deleted unread.

IF your name and title of your work is not included in your submission then it will be deleted unread. 

Should an artificial intelligence wish to submit a work then it should be in proper English. 😊

Send content as attachments in standard manuscript format (if you do not know how to format then please use the contact us form and the Creative Development department will be happy to help). Please use  12 pt. standard font, such as Times New Roman.

INCLUDE your headshot and author bio with your submission or it will be deleted unread. 

We look forward to enjoying your work.

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  1. Josh James says:

    Where Monsters Creep

    Bobby kept telling himself everything would be alright. Mommy and Daddy had always said so. There are no monsters and there’s nothing to be afraid of. He had even made sure by checking the closet before going to bed. There were no monsters there and Bobby was pretty sure he was safe. Pretty sure, but he still had his doubts. That’s why he was peeking his head out from the blanket he had buried himself in. The night light in the wall had dimly lit the room and Bobby couldn’t see any monsters in the room either. There was still this lingering fear that he couldn’t get rid of though.
    He didn’t know why, but something was wrong. As his eyes shot back and forth around the room, he desperately tried to think of what he could be forgetting, but couldn’t tell what it was. Bobby didn’t see anything, or hear anything either. The closet had been checked and the room was empty. Still, there was something left undone. Something unchecked. Then it came to him. He didn’t look under the bed…
    Bobby took a deep breath and remembered everything he had been told. There was no such thing as monsters. No such thing. Bobby leaned over the edge of his bed and paused just before looking beneath it. Coming this far, there was no turning back now. He gathered his remaining courage and looked underneath the bed. Staring into the dark recesses, he looked hard to make sure nothing was there that could eat him… It was clear.
    Feeling relieved, Bobby leaned back up, still looking towards the floor. There were no monsters, or demons, or anything at all. He sighed and looked back up, but something was wrong. The room seemed darker than before. The shadows looked as if they would swallow him whole. Then they moved… Something began to walk out of the shadows and walked up to the bed. It took shape… Becoming a woman… A scary one at that. Her eyes were blood red and she had the most unnerving smile he had ever seen. She seemed to float to the edge of the bed and placed her hands on the railing of the bed. She leaned in and Bobby leaned back as far as he could as she whispered to him.
    “We don’t do that anymore.” Bobby’s eyes went wide and he began to scream, but never made another sound.

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