Excerpt from "Sundown" by Emma Gammans
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Excerpt from Issue 309 (Autumn 2026)
"Sundown" by Emma Gammans
Content note: contains depictions of cognitive decline.
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Excerpt from Issue 309 (Autumn 2026)
"Sundown" by Emma Gammans
Content note: contains depictions of cognitive decline.
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Excerpt from Issue 307 (Spring 2026)
"The Jump" by Abhimanyu Acharya
Content Warning: deals with sexual assault
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Excerpt from Issue 306 (Winter 2026)
"Faultline" by Ariadne Asho
Winner of The Fiddlehead's 2025 Fiction Contest
The car stopped at a field full of houses. Houses like autumn squash. Houses like spiral-rolled bales of hay.
Aoife scuffed across the earthy corduroy of the back seat, against wide wales that trapped within them cracker crumbs, cat-fur strands, rustcoloured pine needles. Her sister Lilou — reedy, blondie Lilou — gamboled out the other side, to face the field and a muddy ditch of clay and granite.
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Excerpt from Issue 305 (Autumn 2025)
"The Cure" by Michelle Spencer
Content note: references a fatal accident, suicide, and grief.
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"Husbands" by Melissa DaCosta Brown
Winner of the 2023 Fiction Prize
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The Fiddlehead is pleased to announce the finalists of our 2023 Fiction Contest, judged by Jack Wang!
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We're excited to announce that Adèle Barclay is the winner of our 2022 Fiction Contest and $2000 prize! Their story Here Be Dragons ISO will be featured in the upcoming Winter issue of The Fiddlehead (FH294).
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The Fiddlehead is pleased to announce the finalists of our 2022 Fiction Contest, judged by Chris Benjamin ! The winner of the $2000 contest prize will be announced on January 5 2023 and the winning story will appear in the Winter 2023 issue (294). Thank you to all who entered and congratulations to the finalists!
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The delicate interplay between past and present, what we carry with us, what we leave behind, and what others take from us is rendered in pitch-perfect prose in “The Makeweight Piece.” This story is set during a distant war in which the starving and the dying cling to art as prayer. As worship. As a way to define who they once were. So much heart is packed between the lines of a story whose tone is at once tightly focused and expansive that my own heart staggers and cracks open. As a reader I’m dying to be touched and amazed.