Fiction & Poetry
Category
AN END PRODUCT / WISH WHEN PEOPLE DIED / I WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY SET MYSELF ON FIRE
always feel like i am doing something wrong
Cake / The Rope
I was travelling. The landscape in whose midst I was placed was one of irresistible grandeur and nobility.
Round and Round
“How can I be employee of the month?” muttered Simon to himself, “I haven’t even had the interview yet.”
Oh you pale little light you / I wasn’t meant to die here / Finishing the Kill
Blazing down neon lit asphalt streets
1.2.3.4.5. Red lights blasted through
Panopticon
It’s a boring job, there’s no denying that, but then again, things could be worse.
Dust to Dust
Life in a single cell.
Soccer Blues
One drizzly afternoon, the Rifles, a mid-table Premier league soccer team based in London, were losing by three goals to nil after a limp first-half display against a usually inept team from the Yorkshire Downs.
Rewind
She had hoped no one would notice the quick hot flood down her right leg.
The double-slit experiment
Tara always used to take the piss out of me for being “posh”.
The third and final night
A young man was taken away this evening in a stretcher, by ambulance.