12 Months and Counting…
Today Ellipsis Zine has reached a milestone – 12 months of publishing. I could never have imagined that this little online magazine would have grown to what it is today in such…
Today Ellipsis Zine has reached a milestone – 12 months of publishing. I could never have imagined that this little online magazine would have grown to what it is today in such…
Blood splattered everywhere like someone had suddenly trod on a tomato sauce bottle. Ketchup, as you’d say, in your elongated American drawl. You were born in Kent, but I suppose geography doesn’t…
“You’ll know when it’s over,” he says. I don’t respond, choosing instead to try and shake loose from my restraints. I woke up this way. He won’t say why I’m tied to…
One day after school, the girl handed something to the boy. It was a small something loosely wrapped in white shoebox tissue. She didn’t say anything as she thrust it into his…
Between the two of them they made an impenetrable wall to the skinny, chewing lads and the curvy, goose-fleshed girls. They kept their faces blank, sometimes standing with arms folded, sometimes crossed…
He tells me I’ve been wearing my doubts like old clothes, ugly and impossible to love. He’d like me to cast them off, but I don’t know if I can bring myself…
She starts with the woody end of her pencil; the paint flakes away at her bite, the lead draws a metallic line across her lips. Next, her tongue explores the frayed edges…
A cocktail dress is a sorry thing at eight A.M., but here’s one now, coming up out of the 86th Street subway station. The wearer of the dress needs pills. She is…
Two brunettes pass a house with a black swastika painted on the mailbox. That’s terrible, says one. It looks like calligraphy marker, says the other. Do you think they did it on…
The woman was over 60 and willowy. Which meant that she was kind of like a tree, equal parts strong and limber. She wasn’t the kind to bend over backwards, though she…
He loved lying in bed, watching her get dressed in the morning. She moved quickly, peeling off her pyjamas as she walked across the room. Her hair – bobbed now, she insisted…
Georgina enjoyed the smell that selling a packet of cigarettes left on her fingers. The the raw earthy tang that lingered reminded her of him, of his jacket, his car. He’d offered…