Category: News!
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Interview with – Tabitha Bast
It’s a pleasure to have Tabitha Bast feature again here at Urban Pigs for our ‘Revolt’ series. Her short story, XYZ, creates an imagined future but the parallels with what’s happening in the world today are crystal clear. Tabitha, what specifically was the inspiration behind it? XYZ was written just…
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Interview with – Nick Guthrie
Nick Guthrie’s short story, The Youth of Today, kicked off our ‘Revolt’ series. Here Nick tells us about the story, which is about a new kind of vigilante force on the streets of the UK, and what he’s up to as a writer. So, Nick, what got your attention with…
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Still Hungry?
Urban Pigs Press is now open for submissions for our next charity anthology! Once again, we have decided to donate all profits from this collection to FIND -Families in Need. This Suffolk based charity is one we here at Urban Pigs Press feel very passionate about. It is our aim to help…
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No Regerts – Tammy Blakley
Stinkin’ Ink Tattoo Emporium on the corner of Main and Third beckoned me inside with neon lights and thumping music. At least it would be warm. I blew into my hands and watched the frost swirl away from my face. Stomping the snow off my boots, I opened the door,…
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Running Up a Bloody Huge Mountain for Children’s Charity e.a.c.h.
I can’t believe this is actually happening! We’re getting ever closer to to the big day when these two kind souls run a marathon for Children’s charity e.a.c.h. AND it’s up a massive mountain. UPP have been watching on from the side lines and cheering these great fellas on. Fortunately…
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Didn’t Mean It – Mark Burrow
Owen Price had ginger hair, a galaxy of freckles, cheap glasses, and was flummoxed by maths. He did at least have a flair for telling stories. Usually real whoppers. He made one up in my class about his younger brother having an oblong head after falling into a toolbox as…
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What Color is Your Machine Gun? – Laura Bogner
I saw someone watching a crow circling above Old Woman’s Springs Road shortly before my Tesla crashed into the wash on the way home from my eye exam. I stumbled, cursing up a storm, my sunglasses hanging off one ear, when Henderson sprang into action and saved me from stepping…
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A Man’s Gotta Eat – JP Relph
We sit at the segregated table with our “frozen treats”. It’s the Summer Fayre and, in her earlier impassioned speech, the Mayor said everyone should have ice-cream. Even them. We don’t want ice-cream. It’s so fucking cold. A recipe apparently created for our “unique tastes”: it’s grey, grainy, full of…
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Who’s the Daddy? – Madeleine Armstrong
I never expected to become a grandma at forty. But then I never expected my daughter, Lou, to get pregnant at 15. She was always such a sweet, sensible girl. But then it happened and every time I looked at her I couldn’t help thinking…slut. Harsh, I know. But…
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XYZ – Tabitha Bast
Dear Villains of all Nations, Greetings from the frontline of the floods. I still can’t get that damp stench out of the carpet but I have muscles like She-Ra from lugging those sandbags about. But before I update you on our shared matters I need to inform you of…
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