Issue 22 is finally here! Had a lot of fun reading this. A big thank you for sending in those amazing submissions. Have a fun read. Cover illustrated by Luke Spooner.
Feels like it’s been too long, doesn’t it? Issue 21 was fun to put together. Thanks to Luke Spooner for the wonderful cover art.
‘Consider the imbalance between a fox and the English hunters who chase it. The one weighs a few kilos and the other has the combined weight of horses, men, and dogs! You would never think this is a worthy contest, with the fox having any chance to escape. ‘But the fox has one thing going
Hi there! *waves* This is dedicated to our readers who have done a wonderful job and without whose help, we wouldn’t have been able to keep going. Have a fun read! Cover illustrated by Luke Spooner.
We were sitting at the edge of the pool—shin-deep in crisp, moonlit water—when he reached his arm around me and said, “I’m going to hell.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Or to someplace, I’m not certain.” I sat up to look at his face, which was starting to blur. “I don’t understand,” I said, and then he
Marcel wrapped his arms over his chest, not making any move to wipe away the tears. He shouldn’t have left. He knew it the second he closed the door to his apartment that he’d made a mistake. But it wasn’t something he could change now. Four minutes. That’s how much time he had until the
And with this, we close another year. It has been a roller coaster ride and to see us still going strong, fills us with nothing but pride and happiness. We couldn’t have done this without the amazing stories we’ve collected. Thank you and have a good read. If you liked the issue, consider purchasing it
She strokes the talisman beneath her pillow. Outside, the wind howls and thunder rumbles. “Let tonight be different,” she prays. She kisses the rosary and sets it on the nightstand, as she climbs onto the musty, overstuffed mattress. Branches fling themselves against the battered house like pick-up sticks and rain pelts the bolted windows, as she clutches the covers.
You step off the Red Line into blue sky and cherry blossoms. A city so clean it hurts your teeth. You never thought collapse could be this crisp. Never knew falling apart could taste like spring. Outside a loading dock in the Meat Packing District: a friend finishes his cig – flicks the butt out onto