Over Easy by Nikki Williams
He showed up in their little town when the weather began to bite, treetops the hue of sticky honey. The scrappy sort; straggled hair, patchy beard. Bobbed and bolted around like…
He showed up in their little town when the weather began to bite, treetops the hue of sticky honey. The scrappy sort; straggled hair, patchy beard. Bobbed and bolted around like…
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 gets them.…
The sky is so green today, greener than it’s been for a long time. The sun bakes the earth hot and hard beneath our bare feet, while reptiles scuttle through the dust.…
When Blake died, I saw his soul emerge from his body. At least, that’s what I assume it was. He took a final breath, a laboured drawing in of air, and when he…
I flip my dampened pillow and stretch my arms, the bed too wide for one. Through the window, starlings punch the sky in a liquid mass. A blood-orange sunset edges the treeline.…
I’m six years old when I see the poltergeist. My father is long gone, and my mother is watching TV, and my brother is upstairs, clashing He-Men together in violent plastic battles.…
[CW: Grief] “Strictly speaking, water doesn’t belong to the rivers or the oceans. It belongs to the mountains from which it ran.” She nods. She knows this but a brain isn’t rust-proof,…
All of the characters in ‘The Art of Escapology’ are escaping, being escaped from or helping others to escape. Some have a physical need to escape – from abuse, imprisonment, pursuers or…
No silver bells for pretty maids in my eyrie of iron-tongued giants. I was molded in their humped likeness, but my voice was a broken clapper, a tortoise’s lurching cough; the music…
The Royal College of Music, a mile from your house, requests to keep windows closed to reduce sound transmission during the mourning period, for their Patron, Her Majesty the Queen; to keep…
My breath is jagged, but we can’t stop now. This beaut of a coastline stretches before us, there’s miles left to be explored. The ocean’s a sorceress, she conjures up freedom but…
To begin with, nobody noticed the pattern. They only noticed that their kids, their older kids, were going missing at an alarming rate. Everyone was alarmed but the parents with missing kids…