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Short Fiction
Louise M. Hart
It was a chill January morning. A stranger approached 11 Allan Poe Close. He stared at the house’s boarded windows and wiped away a tear. Mrs Nopperson, who lived nearby, surveyed the man with puzzlement, for the stranger cast an...

Short Fiction
Eoghan McGrath
Bits of paper and shit build up in the bottom of your pockets. It’s an underappreciated benefit of getting so inebriated you fall asleep with folded up pizza plates in your pants. You wake up the next day, chuck your sweat-greased...

Short Fiction
J.M. Triangle
In July, Elizabeth packed a red suitcase with all the requirements for a weekend away, shut the door on her apartment and walked to the outside of the building. A woman carrying a bouquet of lilies passed her on the steps....

Flash Fiction
Aurora Coppola
It was one of those days, I think everyone has one of those at one stage, don’t they? I just don’t want to go to school today—we have P.E. anyway—he thought in his brain. Andrew, seventeen just going eighteen had his hormones playing...

Serial Fiction
Benny Profane
It might surprise you to find out that the parameters of my terrestrial existence stretch further than the dimensions of my projectionist’s booth. Although I consider my cinephilic den as my true spiritual home, it is incumbent upon me to every now...

Serial Fiction
Benny Profane
The fine institution that I currently toil for, despite its delusions of grandeur, is actually a popular meeting place for many of this city’s more irascible characters. That is the numerous low-lifes, junkies and down-and-outers that add those wonderful textures of...

Poetry
Lar Kenny
For an Argentine harlot with silver teeth . Beneath the waning amber light a hand is offered from inside smoke; where silly plans of love are scattered, hoarse cries float from scarlet tongues; the Ginastera piano plays, her weightless ways’ embodiment. “Dance,” she puts down her Quentão, “Dance,” she says, “Dance!”...