<< Part 1 We’re sorry! Parts 2-4 are no longer available to read online. If you’d like to continue reading this story, you can download it for free via Open Books and pay what you want, or purchase a copy through … Continue reading →
T’was the night before Christmas and after a long shift at the lab, Isabel stalked the supermarket shelves. She looked down at the few remaining loose Brussel sprouts. Scrawny little rejects. She didn’t even really like sprouts, but you couldn’t … Continue reading →
The snow lay on the ground deep and crisp and even, and the soft crunch of my boots as I made my way through the dense tree line was loud in the cold night air. Each breath I took cut … Continue reading →
<< Part 1 We’re sorry! Parts 2-4 are no longer available to read online. If you’d like to continue reading this story, you can download it for free via Open Books and pay what you want, or purchase a copy through … Continue reading →
The following collection of poems are the winners and runners up from our “Escape” micro fiction vs poetry contest (Sept-Oct 2012). Competition entrants were asked to write no more than 150 words with the theme of “escape”. For more details … Continue reading →
The following collection of micro fiction stories are the winners and runners up from our “Escape” micro fiction vs poetry contest (Sept-Oct 2012). Competition entrants were asked to write 150 words with the theme of “escape”. For more details about … Continue reading →
<< Part 1 We’re sorry! Parts 2-4 are no longer available to read online. If you’d like to continue reading this story, you can download it for free via Open Books and pay what you want, or purchase a copy through … Continue reading →
Ruth Anders held her pass up to the security guard at the door. He inspected it closely. “You’re running a little late,” he said. “Local press are at the back, if you’d like to take a seat.” He pushed the … Continue reading →
Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew … Continue reading →
<< Part 2 The rubber hose snaked its way down into the dark tank. With no electricity to power the gas pumps, the only way to get the precious fuel was to extract it by hand. Farley’s sister, Cat, lined … Continue reading →