LETTER FROM THE EDITOR – DECEMBER, VOL. 1, ISSUE 3.

Kelly Coody on rejections, why she stands behind her authors and why she wants to kick some ass.

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Innocence – by ANTHONY SPROUSE

         Innocence by ANTHONY SPROUSE          Tommy rushed into the living room and immediately dived for his toy box, an enormous blue and green one his parents had bought him recently. He seemed to be getting a lot of gifts lately but didn’t understand why; not that he was…

Synaesthesia – by PETE LANGMAN

‘Stop, look, listen’, said Agatha, feeling young Matt tug on his reins, impatient to cross to the services, ‘… pay attention.’ He had been humming the Marseillaise for the last half hour, bringing Agatha’s sense of impending disaster into sharper relief. More pressing, however, was the current action of her son’s rather excessive intake of…

Magic Madness & Wine – by ROB TRUE

  Magic Madness and Wine                                                         Rob True       He couldn’t understand the TV. He could tell it was English words, but they just floated meaninglessly around in his head. Like something familiar, only he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He’d seen the program before, but it didn’t mean shit. The image…

Oreos and Areolas – by JENNIFER OBI

Oreos and Areolas: by JENNIFER OBI             “So what’s this about Crystal?” I dabbed my finger in what was left of my whipped topping that topped a sinfully calorific hot fudge brownie. Crystal’s treat of course. Treat for what, I hadn’t figured out yet. “Not that I mind a free meal, it’s just that I…

Blueberry Muffin by WESLEY COOKE

          Blueberry Muffin by WESLEY COOKE    I got a pet dribbler. My pet dribbler is a man mountain, with hands like bunches of bananas. Strangler’s hands. My pet dribbler is called Dudley. I call him my pet dribbler because that’s what he says to the others in there whenever I go and…

Duty of Care by OWEN CLAYBORN

  Duty of Care Owen Clayborn   The boy of seven stole another glance at the sleeping man. Now. The boy got up and walked over and stepped over the man’s legs. He would have to be quick. The sun was slanting straight in through the grimy window, and the glare made it hard to…

Fire by DEE LEAN

Fire by DEE LEAN Fire. Flame engulfed me. I would have died if not for the amount of alcohol I’d consumed. Bright lights from the hospital blind me. I get up and fish around my melted handbag. Find a cigarette and walk toward the doors, dragging a drip with one hand and holding a fire…

Return of the Wild Duck – by RON GIBSON

Return of The Wild Duck by RON GIBSON  I walk into a forest, beaver ponds of night pooled between treetops, stars firing the surface like uncatchable trains. As dawn slowly uncrosses itself and shadows lengthen, the forest is strange. I don’t recognize certain trees or foliage. And the ones I do recognize, I don’t know…

God Bless America – by TOM GUMBERT

God Bless America by TOM GUMBERT I feign interest in the introduction while using my peripheral to scope for groupies. I see one in the cheap seats in the back, if you can call a five hundred dollar dinner cheap. She’s practically drooling as she stares at me, her eyes filled with adoration, her breast…

How we Leave – by HILLARY UMLAND

How We Leave Hillary Umland     When the birthday balloons finally began deflating at my office desk, they did so in their own ways, distracting me from workday monotony.   When the first balloon, green and partially caved in on one side, began its demise, its skin became gum-like, a strip of it clinging…

Vending Machine – by AMY ACRE

VENDING MACHINE by AMY ACRE Got off the overground at Dalston Junction. Had four minutes before connecting train continuing onward journey to Highbury & Islington. Was thirsty. Realised had had nothing to drink since waking up. Left platform to search for water or flavoured water. Immediately came upon three vending machines lined up side by…