Fiction • Issue Sixteen
June 15, 2026
By Skylar Lee Over the seas and past the horizon, where time and men were always young, lived a group of people. They had once hunted...
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By Joshua Dyson The things I write are buried, hidden because I’m certain it’s not good. Worse than that, I don’t want someone to...
By Blake Stronell I know why you’re here. Skip your pleasantries, don’t bother with your name. I don’t care. Sit down, and don’t...
By Ruby Hanlon Trigger warning: Contains themes of death, suicide and execution by hanging They say it was me. That I cast a spell on that...
By Ru Solis In the late 23rd century, it had become abundantly clear that the advancement of technology on Earth had surpassed the...
By Tom Gruer It had been a cold winter in the French commune of Hesdin. Fourteen kilometres from the site of the battle of Agincourt that...
By Siobhan Lake Slumped on a park bench and still grasping the letter that had been sitting in her mailbox all week, Hilda accepts that...
By Isaac Law ‘I wish to go back in time,’ Tristan said, cradling the kettle, ‘redo my life with all my current memories,’ he...
By Deborah McDonnell The forest was deep and silent. Silent in the busy, noisy way that wasn’t in fact quiet, but rather lacked the...
Fiction • Issue Fifteen
June 10, 2025
By Emmitt Barnes My Grammy’s house had wall-to-wall white carpet that ran to every white wall. We weren’t allowed in certain...
By Ravindu Paris I stared down at my laptop, the words a dizzying mess. I took a deep breath, my nose immediately engulfed by the...
By Helene Berton The children swayed back and forth to the train’s rhythm as it travelled through the countryside until it gradually...
By Fariza Farid Memon My document stared back at me in desperation for me to complete my given task, but my eyes and mind drifted to the...
By Matthew Davis Edward Riggs White ...
By Ravindu Paris I heard the floorboards creak as I stepped inside the house—my house. A part of me smiled, another part shuddered at the...
By Wolfgang Wright He had studied under Aristotle, the greatest philosopher in Greece, and yet Kalanos, this strange old man from Taxila,...
By Aimee Fletcher Mary stood at the counter with a warm cup of tea clutched in her hands, surrounded by the smell of baking bread, and...
Fiction • Issue Fourteen • Issue Fourteen Fiction
June 6, 2023
Diamond Beach Days Angela Fitzpatrick 1965 Daisy sat at the café table gazing out the window at the promenade as tears ran down...
The Magic Cow Eric Tian The cow came in March. By May, it was all over. I must write this down so I, too, do not forget our history. It...
The Golden Apple Eric Tian It took place at midnight, on the field across the bank. My acquaintance stepped out of the boat,...
Fiction • Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Fiction
May 24, 2022
By Penny George “I’m pregnant,” she said. Gabriel stood frozen. “Isn’t that wonderful news babe? I mean, of course, it’s a...
By Alison Knight They’ll be coming to fetch me soon. It’s me big day! Lots of people out there. I can hear them through me window....
By Jane Downing Rita put her lesson plan to one side in frustration. Her cup of tea was cold. In one way there was too much material on the...
By Juliett Salom They say he was here. A horse under his legs and the world strapped on his shoulders, they say he came to rob and steal...
By Peter Loveday We climb up into the branches of the old tree, twist off the mandarins and launch them high into the air where they grow...
by Lilanka Botejue “I am not in my right senses. Those eyes, those lips and those beautifully wide hips have long been my lure and my...
By Sarah Ebner Bowes We sat, huddled together, in the corner. The sound of bodies hurling themselves at the walls and trees that surrounded...
Fiction • Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Fiction
November 25, 2021
Ian Reid PROMISES He was no longer sure of his whereabouts. He felt not only out of place, but also dislodged from the...
by Vashti Farrer They had swept Mother under their sideboard minds. Like dust. ‘She seemed quite happy when we left her and the...
by Jack Hutchinson From time to time I miss my old man. But missing is just memory and memories are a funny thing. I mean, they’re...
