Category: News!
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Flash Fiction Submissions: Poverty
Urban Pigs Press is open for your flash fiction submissions! To celebrate the release of Mark Burrow’s Bunch of Psychos, we thought we would open up a submission window with the prompt: Poverty. We’re looking forward to your flash pieces – this is fiction only and submissions should be between…
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Bunch of Psychos – Ch 1 – Ghost Spider
We’re excited to say Bunch of Psychos by Mark Burrow is out and we thought we’d give you a chance to get a feel for this coming-of-age novel by publishing the first chapter, Ghost Spider. Glass warmed by the sun is nasty to touch. On a thick brown bottle too.…
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OUT NOW!
With the keenest of observation… Mark Burrow has delivered a stellar novel that speaks for, and illuminates the lives of, those who have no voice. Jennifer McMahon, EIC, Frazzled Lit Jay is tired of fools at school and on the estate teasing him about his no-name trainers. His clothes. Hair.…
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Dropping Tomorrow!
It’s been a busy few months here at Pigs HQ, but we can confirm that we are back with a banger! Mark Burrow’s Bunch of Psychos has been a delicious treat to work on. Now I know I haven’t learnt my lesson of snapping our best talent to join the…
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Meat – Heather D Haigh
Pork The girls drag their heels as they are moved on, some flashing their knickers at the pigs, some showing them the forks. Mandy loiters, arms wrapped tight around herself, trying to strangle the cramps, smother the nausea, lock down the shivering, lock down her racing brain. She locks her…
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Them’s the Breaks – Alaco Doyle
‘Aww, look at them…’ Suzy swivelled her phone a semi-circle and shoved it under Tessa’s nose. The accompanying waft of patchouli offended her nostrils. An unwilling audience, Tessa nevertheless looked in the direction of the screen, where a mass of Golden Retriever puppies writhed beside an indifferent bitch, each of…
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Toxicology – Ian Johnson
The plastic police tape flutters like a hummingbird’s heart. I stoop underneath, slopping through the fetid water, into the chasm of a storm drain. My brother-in-law, Detective Grimley, chops me in the chest. It burns – that Faustian rush – the towel whippings from my bully, Chase Dankworth, in those…
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The Incredible Disappearing Woman – Madeleine Armstrong
Peter suggested going to see the magician. Illusionist, he called him, but it’s still the same old tricks. Something to while away the empty hours in our empty nest, I supposed. I wasn’t sure it was my kind of thing, but I agreed anyway; I’d just been reading a magazine…
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The Okayest Boy in the World – Jill Williams
It was 1981. I had Tina Turner hair and a body designed for sin. I caught every boy’s eye, but still saw myself as loose dirt covering a sinkhole. I was destined for a fall. Been told that since I was five. Reckless, impulsive, never listened, yadda, yadda, same old…
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The Croaking Season – Swetha Amit
After he was laid off that summer, Dad began to shrink. The first thing to change was his voice. When he addressed me, he cleared his throat often, each cough deeper than the last. Mom blamed it on allergies, and Dad blamed it on the heat. But I noticed other…