Ellipsis Zine

Ellipsis Zine

Bunnies by Kik Lodge

When Mother died I got together with Shauna and she was everything Mother was but possibly better. She didn’t need face creams, nor a forearm when going down steps, and she didn’t doze off in front of Crimewatch. Unlike Mother,…

A Series of Dots 01-02 | The Commuter

In this episode we read seven connected flashes about one man’s struggle with his daily commute, entitled ‘The Commuter’. If you have a similar collection of flashes and would like to read them for a future episode, please get in touch.…

Automata Man by Danny Beusch

The man lifts the sandwich and bites, as he has done every twenty-six seconds since birth. With casual clothes in acrylic hues, dangling legs and nodding head, he represents tranquility, an at-peace serenity, according to the sign at the Museum…

Ascension by Olivia Payne

When they came to fetch me, they came with nets dragged behind them. I watched them getting slower and slower as they went, their backs bending and their heads down, as heavy and as serious as stones. I stayed as…

Hurt Me by Chris Milam

Emily, a divorced high school teacher whose ex-husband gambled away their retirement fund, whacked me in the chest with a baseball bat. “Harder. Like Barry Bonds” “Who?”  “Nevermind. Just swing with all your force. Let it rip. Don’t hold back.”…

A Series of Dots 01-01 | Nick Black

In this episode we talk to writer Nick Black about his new flash fiction collection ‘Positive and Negative’, literary competitions, and writing one story per year. Nick also reads three pieces from his collection ‘Lottie’s Husband out of His Skin’,…

A Series of Dots 01-00 | Trailer

This is an introduction episode to this podcast, which includes an overview of flash fiction and a short piece of fiction of 100 words, entitled ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, The Magnificent Marco’. Over the coming weeks we’ll be talking to writers…

Fact Finding by Sarah Clayville

Erika shaves her head late Sunday evening. Thick black ringlets clog the sink. Dust the floor. Curl against one another like fists. Erika feels neither heavier nor lighter minus the hair. But she’s worked in the dreary office for six…

After the Funeral by Steven Patchett

He was still waiting, long after the funeral director had left. A shadow of a man sitting at the furthest pew from the altar.  Mrs Martin came in late to help with the wedding that day and nervously asked if…

I Live in Emotional Squalor by Sophie Kearing

Back then, I didn’t notice things. And I didn’t take them personally. The cracked brown linoleum. The china cabinet filled with gimcrack treasures. The strip of ink-black mildew under the shower door. I just didn’t care. Now that I’m a…

Hair Spread Like Sea Fronds by JY Saville

The way she remembers it can’t be the way it happened, but it’s the way it creeps into her dreams, soundless and in filtered blue-green light. She floats, anchored by one silver anklet her mother brought back from India before…