Fiction

An excerpt from a novel by Ethan McLucas     One. Horizons.     Two. Work.     Three. Hedonism.     Four. Solitude.     Five. Tunnels.   One. Horizons.         One. One.   Six. Minus Fifty Nine.   “Hey!” Nothing. The second time he was louder. “Hey!!” There was still nothing except pumping blood in his ears “Where are my keys? Hey! Where are they?” George stomped around, back and forth, seemingly knocking over everything in the room and more as he pulled his blazer over

By Annabel Bird An extract from Ferryman's Rest The couple fall, giggling, into the sodden evening. The woman is Anna—that’s instantly...

by Hadassah Williams  He wants to talk, so you offer to drive. At least this gives you something to do with your hands as you don't know...

By Denisa Dobrovodová   It was a miserable morning, like almost every other one, when Sara heard the cry of her firstborn and rose to...

By Beth Hurst Firecrackers   As we pulled onto the pavement outside our house, I could see our neighbours standing in their driveway. My...

By Emma McKeown I sat on the 453 toward Elephant and Castle, running my palm flat against the side of my head to make sure there were no...

by Osman Haneef   DISCLAIMER   This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places,...

By Raluca David -5 I awoke at the beginning of history, or certainly the time when Herodotus began to write about istoría . I awoke in...

By Benjamin Greennagel The parlor drips with bourbon, amber light, flooding the french doors as the sun sinks into the sea. I work at my...