Category Archives: Shorts

The Wrong Thing

By: Lydia Crow   ‘It was the wrong thing to write’, she mused to herself, staring down at the scribbled words on the otherwise pristine notebook. She had spoiled it, ruined it by her hasty desire to write ‘something’. And … Continue reading

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No Rest for the Wicked

By: James   “Harper, you bastard!” That bastard Harper’s been at it again. Give me strength. Listen to him, scurrying about like some sort of teenager whose furious masturbation session has been abruptly cut short by a grandparental intrusion. To … Continue reading

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Chemocracy Coma

By: Lydia Crow   “I’m just saying, I think it’s an awesome name for a band.” The three of them were all sprawled on the sofa, long legs stretched out in front of them, and gazing at the same spot on … Continue reading

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Life in Blue and White

By: James   Man, I hate that thing. It’s been up on that wall ever since I can remember. When I think back to the days we’d come round after school, and she’d sit us down on the couch while … Continue reading

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Search, Not Look

By: Lydia Crow   “For fuck sake.” Paul continued to polish the glass he was holding and didn’t reply. He was used to this. His customer was hunched over an empty pint glass, his whole right hand curling round it, … Continue reading

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A Pair of Shorts #8

The Spike and the Plug By: James You can’t quite believe the anger you’re currently feeling. You’re pretty certain that you’ve never been as angry about anything in your life. This really has to be the last straw, surely. I mean, … Continue reading

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Peer Pressure

By: Hugin   Marguerite looked down at the cake in front of her.  It was about six centimetres tall with a diameter of around twenty centimetres, cloaked in thick, rich butter-cream with a thin drizzle of syrupy jam across some of the … Continue reading

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A Pair of Shorts #7

He didn’t recognise the stamp on the postcard. By: James “Who the hell are Diane and Mark?” “What?” “I said, who the hell are Diane and Mark?” “Sorry, didn’t get that. Who’s dying what?” “Fuck’s sake. Who the hell- you … Continue reading

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The House of Obsidian

By: Lydia Crow   The early morning light slipped through the thin netting at the window, the accompanying breeze breathing life into the curtains for a moment before everything was still once again. She had wept again last night. Hands … Continue reading

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I Know Him Not

By: Hugin   I had known him long ago.  Too long ago to think of now – in truth it was a lifetime ago.  I had laughed with him, drank with him, travelled with him… he had always been there.  … Continue reading

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