Dennis Firefox found himself sitting in a comfortable reclining chair behind a huge mahogany desk. The sun slanted through the blind on an enormous window and outside the city could be seen stretching out in all directions. Dennis looked around… Continue Reading
So you and your double from a parallel universe want to get it on. Thanks to the recent rise in multiversal travel, this is becoming a much more common — and more attainable — fantasy. But how can you make… Continue Reading
I hang. Unpicked. Ripe yet unselected. Folded into forgotten branches that were once green, I too, have morphed, turning ripe over sunshine-filled months, metamorphosing into edible juice, a fully fledged blackberry. Wearing my best damson-rich jacket, I beam resplendently, yet,… Continue Reading
“Excuse me. Mind if I smoke?” “Not at all.” “Thanks, I — oh. I didn’t realize.” “Realize?” “That you’re — never mind.” A spark, a catch, sulfur, smoke. “Funny place to see one of you.” “Is that so?” “Well, outside… Continue Reading
I’d been up on the high shelf for a month, luring gullible punters in for five quid a pop. We’d travel with different carnivals, into different villages, parks, run-down towns — but everywhere felt the same. Us big ones rarely… Continue Reading
No one could say when the town started coming apart. First the mill cut shifts. Then pay. Bread got a little higher every month until people stopped pretending not to notice. Jobs vanished quietly; older workers still kept showing up… Continue Reading
“Well… shit. I died,” I remember thinking. I totally wasn’t expecting it. Hit by a car. I also didn’t expect what came after. The answer to life’s ultimate mystery, except I still have some questions. First, I was shocked that… Continue Reading
Murph said it without thinking. “I don’t miss him.” The oven clicked. The coil glowed red. Heat filled the room, and she stood still in the center of the kitchen, a cold casserole dish in one hand and a dishrag… Continue Reading
My friend Julio wears many faces. He can be elusive, and sometimes disappears for months at a time. But I always find him in the end. We first met while working at a slowly failing startup. I was drawn to… Continue Reading
What happens. I drive to the store. Read in a coffeeshop. Pretend to work. The drama having subsided, the sad affair, the hero dies, a little heroically, the other left alone. How to end it. Had a small success. Child… Continue Reading