Category: Fiction

  • Ron and That by Nick Black

    Ron and That by Nick Black

    Ron picked me up from school and asked what’s new, I told him I have to write this journal and he laughed. “Mr Big Shot,” he said, so I called him an idiot. “Your idiot, though,” he said, which was sweet.

  • Sunsets by Erin Jamieson

    Sunsets by Erin Jamieson

    I’ve never doubted that Chester is the love of my life. And yes, I hate phrases like that: love of your life, other half, soulmate. Especially the second two. What happens when your soulmate dies or cheats on you? Does having another half mean you’re half of a person without them?

  • Sentinel by Christopher Linforth

    Sentinel by Christopher Linforth

    They opened the Life Center a day early. Silver-haired women emerged from the rear of the building in plain grey tracksuits. They jogged over to the stand of jacaranda trees and stood in a line, eyes to the dawn sky.

  • Dedication by Jared Povanda

    Dedication by Jared Povanda

    Bird paints flowers on the walls of what would have been his daughter’s bedroom. Red roses with buttercream centers. Blue tulips with silver leaves. Hundreds, a whole field.

  • The Dogs by Stephen Orr

    The Dogs by Stephen Orr

    “You’re going to have to try harder, sir.” The old man pushed down on the unmade bed, the yellowing sheets, the stale rugs, the scent of Bill and semen and the true, sea-smelling salt of life.

  • Swinney Lane, Insanely New by David Gladwin

    Swinney Lane, Insanely New by David Gladwin

    Heated unseasonably, ground baking dry, every lawn shrinks a fingerwidth back. Track. Daily I walk town and country, find newly-mysterious things. Images, scratched into stone and dried earth, made from twigs. The same figure, I figure. The artist unknown. But I watch, for the pure joy of seeing. The being. Whomever, whenever. Awaited, awoke.

  • A Scotsman in Prague by John Szamosi

    A Scotsman in Prague by John Szamosi

    “I’ve been here ten years and love the place. Prague is a great city; sound economy, a unique culture, affordable housing and a decent selection of lager. Still there’s one thing living among the Czechs that captivates us expats more than anything else: there’s little or no crime here.

  • It’s Been Burning for a While by Anna Booraem

    It’s Been Burning for a While by Anna Booraem

    On the shore, Helen hiked up her pants. She shaded her eyes with a freckled hand. There, way out there. A plume of smoke. What was it? “It’s a barge,” Frank said, shaking out his newspaper and digging his feet further into the sand. “What do you mean, a barge?” Helen felt herself spit at…

  • Wet Blankets by Victor Okechukwu

    Wet Blankets by Victor Okechukwu

    Kingsley lay on the straight-small bed in the backyard where they carried him. It was warm under the sagging roof, with a pile of assorted junk in one corner – a dirty motor tyre, sundry split and warped boxes, and an old display sign where the enamelling had cracked away to reveal the map of…

  • Footprints by Stefanie Shapiro

    Footprints by Stefanie Shapiro

    Her lithe body sprawled across the sand, caking her in dirt, grit, and purity. Her face turned skywards, suntanning, soaking in warmth and light. She walked to the ocean’s edge, dipped her pink-painted toes into the cool, rough waters. Running in wet sand, her footprints erased by the sea.