Category Archives: Shorts
Short Fiction
By: Craig Forshaw Title by Keith Robinson Bleached-bones banging against the peeling cherry-red paintwork. Up above, a brilliant tomato grows in the jaundiced sky, getting larger all the time. PastPresentFuture are all one now. Everything becomes relative, and even … Continue reading
Not a Bible reader, Dominic was nevertheless enthralled by Exodus.
By: Lydia Crow Just eight words caught him and spoke to him. He’d never read the Bible and never wanted to. He didn’t want to discover that it wasn’t all full of poetry. It was nothing to do with … Continue reading
Subtitles Sadly Lacking
By: Lydia Crow Timothy was born on the first day of June, 1997. His best friend, Sebastian, was a mute. After school, they would watch American movies from the 1980s at Seb’s house. Seb’s parents were always warm and … Continue reading
She sat and compared the products her life had become.
By: Lydia Crow The more she thought about it, the more it all seemed a little bit crass. Hollow, even. She’d dreamed of being financially secure, dreamed of being able to afford all of the beauty potions that sat … Continue reading
The running shorts made him look like a shrink wrapped gherkin.
By: Lydia Crow Not exactly the look he was going for, to be honest. He knew that he didn’t exactly look like a honed Adonis, an athletic gladiator who, having just dispatched his opponent, was idly jogging a victory … Continue reading
Those Hills
By: Hugin Casimir put his hand out to steady himself. With his remaining eye he could see blurred images of the land in the distance; those hills that always seemed so far from his reach. Away to the south, … Continue reading
The smallest tomato was a green bead amongst a mass of red giants.
By: Lydia Crow Something about it thrilled her. It was the defiant runt, insistent on being there, fighting for a place next to its more mature cousins, and determined to survive. Well survive it had; and, in doing so, … Continue reading
Seeds
By: Finlay Mature professional gentleman; 5’10”, grey hair, blue eyes. Has cucumber seeds, will travel.
Thank You
By: Wishdokter Just the other day, travelling upstairs on the empty bus from work, I was astounded by the sight of a woman masturbating. Now this may seem like an unbelievable tale told around a pub table by coarse … Continue reading
Park Death
By: Wishdokter Self immolation is the term for the act I’m about to carry out. I walk to the park, the same route I do everyday, this time though I am looking at all their faces, noticing their expressions, seeing … Continue reading