Ellipsis Zine, Eleven: In the Belly of the Whale
Our eleventh zine is a collection of historical flash fiction of 1,000 words or fewer. Print and digital editions. Author listDenise Bayes, Laura Besley, Ruth Brandt, Rachel Canwell, Junyi Chew,…
Our eleventh zine is a collection of historical flash fiction of 1,000 words or fewer. Print and digital editions. Author listDenise Bayes, Laura Besley, Ruth Brandt, Rachel Canwell, Junyi Chew,…
Vanessa couldn’t believe her luck when Reggie asked her out. I’ll treat you to a Nando’s, he said. He drove her to the West End in a silver Volkswagen Golf…
It all started when the books began speaking to her. It was innocent enough at first, just instructions on when to water the plants and recommendations for a new eyeliner.…
Syd bumps. Syd gets bump notes. Lots. Four a week, most weeks. Syd had three on the same Wednesday last term. “Record breaker!” Everyone smiles. Syd can’t remember why he…
On the bus to her mother’s funeral, and Maizie forgot to bring money. No point to turn back now. Already Ohio. Maizie has no credit card and no friends to…
You are not scared of the dark – your eyes have grown accustomed to it, to night’s cloaking and masking, its unsteadying of day’s clichés, day’s commonplace shapes and sounds…
At the end of the day everyone stopped. They stopped screwing around behind their partners’ backs. They stopped leaving them for other men and women. They stopped picking up STDs…
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The Skipper yells at Gilligan and you know it can’t be good, but you’re okay with it because getting off the island is the last thing you want to see…
My mother stands in my mind with her arms outstretched. Her chin is lifted, ever so slightly, to greet the sun that spills in through the window. Her fingers twitch…
Abel Tanner had a question. It was not a question he could ask his wife, as it had not occurred to him before her death. The question first entered his…
The green-eyed monster invited us to afternoon tea. His abode is not what you are expecting; it is graced with beauty and net curtains made of interlaced asparagus spears. He…