Category: Fiction

  • The Coat by Joel Glover

    The Coat by Joel Glover

    My father killed himself, drowned in the lake at the bottom of the quarry, the week after my mother died. His pockets were full of rocks, and one lonely shell. He left me a note, in his bag on the shore, and a request for his ashes to be scattered on the sea.

  • Lessons by Kathryn Kulpa

    Lessons by Kathryn Kulpa

    Once, before she was my mother, my mother played violin in a local orchestra. She kept her instrument, took it out at holiday parties, her hands gliding the bow over the strings with magical quickness, chin proud, elbow bent just so. In fourth grade, our school offered free music lessons to anyone who wanted them,…

  • The House as a Picture of the Past by Bright Aboagye

    The House as a Picture of the Past by Bright Aboagye

    I grew up in a house that sang. Its walls, wrinkled and grey, blended into the overcast sky like an old photograph left too long in the sun. To the neighbours, it was just another tired building, its shutters hanging loosely, its roof patched in places where the wind had been cruel. To me, the…

  • Who Wins the 109.361 Yard Race? by J. S. O’Keefe

    Who Wins the 109.361 Yard Race? by J. S. O’Keefe

    The United States has only four percent of the planet’s population but a full one-quarter of its economic output, which is wealth for all intents and purposes. Pundits and laymen have offered various explanations, both scholarly and emotional, divine intervention frequently mentioned among them.

  • Hillside by Zary Fekete

    Hillside by Zary Fekete

    “Shall we walk up that way?” Roger said. Cynthia looked up and saw the winding path he was pointing to. They were standing at the foot of a green hill, about 200 yards from where Roger had parked their car. “Don’t you think it’s a bit steep?” she said.

  • Corridor by Martina Collender

    Corridor by Martina Collender

    Look it, have you ever woken in the dead of night? It’s so dark that for a second, just a split second, you think you’ve died. And you’re so scared. And you lie there, and you feel so horrible and so… alone, and all that crap, you know? Yeah, well, with every step I took,…

  • Shared Values by Natalya Edwards

    Shared Values by Natalya Edwards

    I chose to come back to myself on Thursdays because who the hell would choose to live their life only in the first half of the week? All that expectation, Monday morning dread, realising you’ve got a whole week ahead of you of zero lie-ins and a to-do list as long as your arm. I…

  • A Steady State Model by Mary Grimm

    A Steady State Model by Mary Grimm

    Our grandmother was the first dead person we knew, although we hadn’t known her very well. She was old, and she often spoke in another language. The oldest cousin claimed that she understood her when she spoke in Slovak, but the rest of us didn’t believe her, except for her sister because they always stuck…

  • Going to a Show Tonight by Bruce Buchanan

    Going to a Show Tonight by Bruce Buchanan

    The words once meant magic. But middle-age reality overwhelms 1993’s exuberance. Parking costs too much, and the walk to the amphitheatre is too long. My knees already throb, and the opening act hasn’t even started.

  • The Strange Man at the Door by Noel Lis

    The Strange Man at the Door by Noel Lis

    Somewhere in a quiet, forgotten corner of Edmonton, somebody or something rapped on the door of Mr Thomas, the sort of man in his mid-70s who had retired long ago but had never really ceased working. It was a knock with no voice: a flurry of light raps might betray a nervous insistence, while heavy…