EX TALK • by Hannah Labovitch
I shouldn’t shag Evan. I told myself I wasn’t going to, but here I am at two in the morning in Evan’s apartment, and there is definitely going to be sex. I’m not quite sure how to get out of… Continue Reading
Stories
THE COLLAGE • by Richard M. O’Donnell, Sr.
Sensei Kove filled the west wall of his dojo with photographs of the families of the people he had killed. When he taught, he stood in front of this gallery. This forced us would-be-assassins to practice under their accusing eyes.… Continue Reading
NOTES FOR ME, BUT ALSO BRIAN • by Catríona O’Rourke
I leave a trail of anonymous messages behind me everywhere I go. Nothing too obvious. I do not write on toilet cubicle walls in Sharpie or spray-paint back alleys at night, I don’t tag shop fronts or scratch my name… Continue Reading
ALGORITHMS OF LIFE AND DEATH • by Adam Walker
The first thing they taught me was the Trolley Problem. The hypothetical car under my control is heading towards five people; I can change the direction but that will hit one person, what should I do? My neural network played… Continue Reading
SHIPWRECKED • by Dane Gill
Think of it this way, comrade, I said to Vasily. If the bears eat us, when the wolves come we won’t have anything to feed them. Vasily failed to see the humour. He only further furrowed his brow and checked… Continue Reading
WELCOME TO BATTERSEA • by Ioan Marc Jones
Glad I left the Rose and Crown. Gets rowdy after midnight. Only art in that place was on forearms, only religion was on fingers. Everyone dressed the same. Skint. But still 40-quid Fred Perry double-tips, buttoned-up, pinching against 20-quid Harringtons.… Continue Reading
BRINGING THE CHILDREN HOME • by Amethyst Loscocco
This morning I scrubbed the apartment more thoroughly than was necessary considering I’d declined all visitors, both the well- and ill-wishing kind. I ignored the phone. The battery will be dead in a few hours and I’m considering letting it… Continue Reading
7TH FLOOR SLUT • by Natalie A. Drozda
The 7th floor slut lived across the hall from me and I didn’t care. At first. I had no interactions with her for the first month of freshman year. Admittedly, I was so nervous I didn’t have many interactions, period.… Continue Reading
BOB FORD’S GUN • by Richard Comerford
“Does it always rain this much around here?” Jack whined. “Not all the time,” the old-timer said from his rocking chair under the porch. “Usually just when Yankees come to visit. Don’t think God likes Yankees.” “Well, I don’t like… Continue Reading
A CONVERSATION BETWEEN ARTISTS • by Angel T. Dionne
I found a sort of skull in the garden. You did? Let me see. I didn’t bring it inside. It’s a skull. Well, what kind of animal is it from? I don’t know. Do I look like a zoologist? All… Continue Reading