Before I dated Tina, I assumed everyone hated their family. Isn’t that the reason there’re all those holiday movies? Those...

Storm clouds bruise the sky with flashes of forked lightning, highlighting the depth and power of the approaching gale. Around us the air...

“Black with two teaspoons of raw sugar. I want it hot. I mean fire hot. I don’t want it to be that lukewarm crap this place serves us. I...

We were hitting our stride this Saturday morning, bodily rhythms in sync. Then came the first thud: a strange knocking from somewhere at...

All roads to Foulpuddle are dead ends. The sooner this dump is swallowed up by the sea, the better. So dull, even migrating birds don’t...

…for I have sinned. My last confession was over a year ago. Since then I’ve committed a myriad of sins. When I drink I tend to gossip,...

I was sitting in a deckchair, taking the last rays of the evening, they’re the best ones, coming in under the ozone layer at the end of...

Because we don’t know how to lose Because we don’t know how to lose we lie in bedrooms feet splayed against ice cream tinted walls, pink...

I could show you a photo, but it wouldn’t tell you about the green, sick smell of the rotted glue of the peeling wallpaper, black mold...

Brandy Wore a braided chain, but it wasn’t silver and it wasn’t from Spain, it was from Delia’s. Ninth-grade Brandy was who we all...

I just moved here and I’m renting a room in that apartment with the engineer and his Rottweiler. There’s no washing machine so I spend...

When You Book Us a Tarot Reading After Your Death... I show up, you are still my sister after all. You say I’m late, but it’s easy for...

He was a bit rough around the edges, but he’d do. You were bored of one-night stands, of being ghosted, of being told how [insert] clever...

One downward sweeping stroke, barely kissed by two concave, backwards curls. Not quite a letter, a character unrecognizable, even to me....

The boxed baby was just over nine inches long. Pink-skinned. Pert. In the sunlight streaming through the high cedar branches, the woman...

Rush hour morning traffic on a weekday with the freeway resembling a parking lot. On the passenger seat of a car: a work bag, a lunch bag...

For their fifth anniversary, Melinda suggests she and her husband, Martin, spice things up by parking in a secluded lane by the lake. The...

“It’s perfect!” Johnny Hurley and Robbie Decker stood in front of a small, rundown house that was surrounded by overgrown weeds and...

After listening to a speech on injustice, Cannon Fodder decided to petition the Council to turn him back into young people. He went to...

The Westwood Crochet Club had been running in the town of Newbattle Hove for decades. The three founding members had done no more than...