Fiction • Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Fiction
June 22, 2021
by Lyssa Stevens The gun shots are relentless. Men cry in pain as blood oozes from their wounds, dripping down the walls of the...
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by Alison Knight The streetlamp is a thing of beauty. Tall and slender, its neck bows over the footpath in an elegant curlicue....
by Amy Bertacco A building is only a building until it means something to someone. I was nothing until the people of Alexandria,...
by Miles Boyle-Bryant ‘A fucking woman? I ask for help, and they send a fucking woman?’ ‘Mr. Watkins, I promise you I-’ ‘I...
by Sam Johnston My hands descend into the abyss of shredded bags and rotting food, digging around for the toy. I haven’t even...
by Peter Loveday In the afternoon we go down to the vegetable patch to dig up the cat we buried there. No matter how far down we...
