The Work Week
Short Story A storming freight train meets my fleshy wad with an untenably loud ‘thwack’. Limbs and bits and blood and guts, bursting out into the air like mother cockatoos swooping to protect...
Tagged: new fiction
Very Bad Thoughts
Short Story Lisbeth heard the train barreling through the tunnel, the breeze from the power of it blowing her fringe to the side. She teetered at the edge of the platform, just past...
Tusk Till Gone
Short Story Reluctantly I open my eyes to the bright sun cresting above the horizon. Lately I find myself sleeping only about three or four hours a night and ever since the dry...
The Human Comedy: The Price of Sugar
Short Story Why, oh why, did she keep seeing him? She knew why, on a surface level. Her friends called him her sugar daddy, and at first she resented the nickname, but at this...
Coasting – Part Three
Short Story Von arrived at the local pub. It didn’t take him long to detect his three friends boisterously laughing on the other side of the place. He waded towards them and removed his scarf,...
Immaculate Fracture
Short Story Dead children. Wasn’t that the final trigger? You see death, grown up death – and you become cold to it. You see suffering, brutality, cruelty, you immunise yourself to them and...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nineteen
Short Story Jennifer spun around on the ball of her foot, nearly tumbling over in the process. Alex stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watching her with a bemused smirk. He...
Lolita’s Lap Dance – Part Two
Short Story To those girls I must have looked like a bargain-basement version of themselves. Nevertheless, someone apparently wanted a dance from this heavily discounted pseudo-stripper and I had decided, against my better judgement,...
Coasting – Part Two
Short Story Von stood with his eyes closed, head down, and his palms flat on either side of the shower head. He let the hot water pour around his neck and pitter-patter on the...
The Red Butterfly, Part Eleven – A War Worth Fighting
Short Story The music had begun. Anna kissed the old horse-faced man on both cheeks, then gave him a hug. She must know him, I thought. The Horse-faced man disappeared into the crowd that...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eighteen
Short Story By the time Jennifer reached the metal stairs, she felt she had aged a hundred years. Something undefinable had been lost from one end of the room to the other. A clawing absence...
The Red Butterfly, Part Ten – That Is Where He Died
Short Story “I told you that we would meet again,” said Augustín. “You were right.” “I am always right, Americano,” he said as he closed the door behind us. We entered a small space...
