Category: News!
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Old Bones – Jenny Hart
He stands in my hallway stinking of piss and whisky. The collar of his parka is black, oily from the secretions of his skin. His beard is grey and sparse and alive with lice that crawl all over his chin. He must have let himself in with the key he…
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The Howf – Peter Bennett
A dank heat washed over Davie Bryce as he pushed open the lightweight interior door, pilfered the year before from a skip when the yard’s admin block was extensively refurbished. It was fixed to a rudimentary frame and secreted behind the battered shipping container’s door. Dripping wet, he stood momentarily…
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Downtime – p.a. morbid
Angel — In this downtime between ecstasies you place your hands on the cold damp wall and wonder where you’ve been. There are fresh cuts on your arms, the blood caked and smeared, catching in small clots on the fine hairs. Your body aches with a deep exhaustion, but you’re…
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A Cat’s Right To Choose – Laura Cooney
I stand at the door for near ten minutes and think of the myriad and unfathomable ways I could kill my mother before I put my key in the lock. “That little bitch has been at it again,” she spits as I walk in; the paragon of getting to the…
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Upcoming Release!
Burnt Lungs and Bitter Sweets by Virginia Betts We are very excited to announce the release date for Virginia Betts’ Burnt Lungs and Bitter Sweets! We have been busy with this incredible piece of lit for a while now and can’t wait to get it into the hands of our…
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The Man was Red – Rory Hughes
The tide hit the rocks like white noise, pulling me back in. I had a fishing job in Littlehampton tomorrow so I stopped along the way to see my partner, Mel. The cool chatter of Brighton hipsters carried in half-heard whispers through the wind. What? I said. Someone with pink…
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American Storm – Matt Sweder
Your left hand rests warm in your front jeans pocket while your right sacrifices itself to bring the cigarette to your lips as you gaze out over the East River trying not to shake. It’s cold, but your need for a fix is the true culprit of your convulsions, and…
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High Heaven – Sean McNulty
The stuff had made the whites of Albert’s eyes go all jaundicey in recent months, his skin to redden and in places peel, and his arms shorten to such an extent he needed a big stick in order to reach things. Will you be having another? asked Sharkey. Even though…
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Eyes Wide Shut – Drew Gummerson
After five joints, in total, K took to declaring himself a stoner. Also boasted he was growing his hair long, surfer style. Think Patrick Swayze, he said, in Point Break. But after one week, who knew, his head still sporting the buzz cut inflicted on him by his pops, saying…
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Candy’s Smile – Michael Downing
“If you love me, you’ll do this for me,” Candy said, smiling. Bobby checked the magazine in his nine-millimeter before slipping the gun inside his jacket pocket. They were talking about at least twenty-five hundred dollars. Maybe more. That made it a good score. Love had nothing to do with…
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