As prophesied, the gods returned to judge the humans. As mistranslated and misinterpreted as humanity’s myths had been through the millennia, they had accurately recorded a handful of details. Read more →
As my uncle stumbles over pronouns and nomenclature, I look out to see the sky being pulled in every direction and I think about her—being pulled like that, every which way, when suddenly bright columns descend through the low clouds, illuminating the heartland. Read more →
After sunset, she multiplied and subtracted, structured her existence. She likes the feel of numbers, she can smell them as she counts, taste their shape. In the dark, she weighs figures on the scales of her tongue. Read more →
Always Kissing, a touching piece of Flash Fiction that will make you wonder, what's hidden behind the smiles of your neighbour.
"Man and wife stand at the doorway, shoulder to shoulder, hands raised in goodbyes as they watch their son scamper off to school." Read more →
Ladder to loft catches cobwebs in sun's rays and the caked dirt of decades sits behind fresh splinters. Pity the pale skinned girl and the walk to come later, slip-on shoes hastily pulled on, the sparkled scarf wrapped tight about sleep-caked mouth. Read more →
I ask if you want to go inside and get something hot to drink. I read that they do good coffee near here. You shake your head and bend down to shape a ball of snow with your red fingers, something dangerous shimmering in your eyes. Read more →
In the latest in our Meet The Editors series we talk to Kristen Harrison and Preti Taneja from Visual Verse, a platform that sets its submitters an hour challenge to write a poem or short story prompted by an image. Read more →
'It was one of them electric cigs. Not the oddest curio Mab’s brought in, I thought. Until I took a long, hefty drag and inhaled every particle of dust the place had.' Patrons of a nightclub experience a magical manifestation courtesy of an e-cigarette.
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