The Sky Isn’t Working
The sky isn’t working, and it hasn’t been for a while now. Mum remembers when it used to be better – when we didn’t have
Category: Prose
No Fixed Pattern
He smiled. What was so fascinating about serial killers? Had it shifted through the years, or was it still the sensationalism? Was it still the
Hot And Cold
He lays his palm flat against the glass and is surprised for some reason that it sticks there – he thinks of tongues velcroed to
False Universal Narrative
They say that it was the event that galvanised the war, but later analysis proved conclusively that it never happened. It was labelled as being
Zip Through
The Rattleheads have been mainlining Tooth Fairy again, skirting around the edge of a Sanctity Zone, kicking out localised EMP blasts. A Signal Cop unholsters
Against The Grain
He watched the beach inside the egg timer slow to a trickle and then he watched the last grain halt. Every particle invested with a
Musical Time Travellers
Chanticleer One sat down and looked at Chanticleer Two. ‘Are you a punk?’ ‘Yeah, hardcore.’ ‘How does that affect how you act as a time
Spelling Bee
Carlyle sat outside the Writing Recruitment Centre, known colloquially as Work Centres. They were giving spelling tests as a warm up for the National Spelling