
Whatever I Saw in You by Karen Jones
I saw you in a peach yesterday. Fuzzy, first moustache, pink flesh, smelling so fresh. And yet, back then, you seemed like a man to my girl: tall, muscular, strong.…
I saw you in a peach yesterday. Fuzzy, first moustache, pink flesh, smelling so fresh. And yet, back then, you seemed like a man to my girl: tall, muscular, strong.…
Snowdrops, crocuses, primroses, daffodils. Frogspawn in the pond. Butterflies, bumblebees and ladybirds, lighter mornings, April showers. Brightly coloured Easter eggs tumbled in a basket, spring lamb for lunch. Sticky buds,…
Shauna May lives by the river with her two parakeets. Her work has been published in various journals, including Stodgy and the Toiler’s Review and she is currently working on…
A sleep researcher’s life unravels as she attempts to uncover a mystery, in this debut thriller from Stephanie Carty. Christie works at London’s Somni Company to help others with sleep…
A far-off tractor hums as we set out through the field. Since her last flying visit I’ve thought only of her. Now she’s back, I don’t know what to say.…
Citizen X rides the subway, armed with an eloquent, steady hand. Lost in their screens, the other commuters don’t notice the thin man swaying in the aisle, one hand clamped…
A week before kindergarten starts, the school sends an updated safety protocol. All students will be outfitted with bulletproof shields. They will be taught how to hold them over their…
The day he vanished I saw him on the shuttle home like always; nodded, no chat. No-one chats after a fourteen-hour shift. The only green things in the plant are…
My maid of honor Beth and I sit next to each other on the floor, amid beads and teal in the only shaded corner of the bridal suite. We have…
I catch a glimpse of her, at least I think it’s her. Just something nudging at the corner of my eye as I run errands. I threw on gym clothes…
Artificial intelligence has come a long way in recent years, and one area where it has made significant progress is in the realm of creative writing. AI writing systems, AI…
I’m emptying a piss-pot again. As I lift it over the rail, a sudden shift unsettles my feet and I nearly spill it back on myself. The sea is angry.…