Ellipsis Zine

You must forget: … Biography: Emma Venables’ short and flash fiction has been widely published in magazines and journals. She has a PhD in Creative Writing and has taught at…

Mia looked at Sandy’s face in the mirror on the bedroom wall. Sandy held the curling iron for a twenty count on her bangs. Mia could see her friend’s lips…

Peggy’s transistor radio stands alone on the high windowsill. The rasping voice of the presenter echoes through the ward. He interviews housewives about the price of groceries, and politicians about…

Workington. Fisher Street. Jackson’s sweetshop. Mother of thirteen rolls the fruit drops in powdered sugar, dusts off her fingers, puts in her curlers. Says sweet dreams children. Father of thirteen,…

Work for enough to live on so that you pass as human. This isn’t a supernatural story. You are a human being. Human is your species. You walk along the…

Breffni didn’t like the treasure hunt worksheets handed out to children at museums.  He preferred to look at the exhibits himself and learn what he could from being close to…

The couple who lives next door to us owns their home, while my boyfriend and I are renting. We pay 2,000 a month for the second floor of a duplex.…

He told her he had news and let’s get away to Rhode Island. He told her he wanted the news to be separate from the rest of their lives. They…

It was cloudy and he used his chopsticks the proper way, so we believed him; the way you do when someone knows the difference between holding them to separate pickle…

Mr. Hendrick is watching me. “Work faster, girl!” he bellows over the clack-clack of the looms. I heap loose fibres into the sack, just like every day, and hold my…

‘What’s he saying?’ ‘He’s telling us to take care where we walk. There are wild orchids in the lawn. See.’ She raised an ironic eyebrow and pointed with the toe…