Stories

a short story about the wolf at the bottom of my garden – Katy Naylor

I
It is said that at the end of all things a wolf will swallow the sun.

No-one knows exactly when, but the story goes that when the time comes, the wolf will finally break the chains that have kept its jaws bound shut and fulfill its destiny.

II
It’s like sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool. Light and sound distant and distorted.

READ MORE


Stories

Levitating Shards of Glass (IV. Seagate) – Waldo Pardon

I stare at the Hello Kitty face. XTC has an amazing texture. The color is so artificially neon pink but then there’s little blends of darker powder and rougher edges. It’s just like a candy, holding it in my hand makes me understand that happiness can be found anywhere in the world, even though I know on this island it’s very illegal and I could go to jail for it.

READ MORE


Stories

The Gulch – Samuel Milligan

        One night, out for my nightly walk, I was greeted at the entrance to the paths by two families colliding, their dogs dropping tennis balls from their mouths and circling, nipping at the other’s tendons. I walk in the footpaths of the gulch behind my housing development.  There’s a baby rabbit I see every night.  He sits at the foot of the stream that runs dry in the dip of the gulch,

READ MORE


Stories

A cup of flesh & bone – Kaisa Saarinen

Electric Medusa, Mia thinks, staring down at a black tangle of cables underwater. Her vision is medically intact, yet badly blurred with a certainty of loss. The gleaming cords sway softly in the morning light, surrounded by the debris of skeletal bicycles, leather boots, a mass of things in indeterminate stages of decay. The sight of so much dead matter makes Mia feel overwhelmingly alive. Her body is throbbing a migraine beat,

READ MORE