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Transmogrification by Jael Montellano
Queer immigrant lovers attend a phantasmagoric festival on an eve that their relationship shifts.
A Hauf an a Hauf by Peter Bennett
An elderly man reflects on his past and, by extension, his current place in life as he goes to collect his pension and meet a friend for an afternoon drink. (Extract from Peter Bennett’s upcoming novel.)
A City Called Mine by Ranjini Nair
The cities in which we live often have profound effects on our inner lives, particularly when we are made to feel as if we don’t belong.
Mammalia by Helen Bowie
With the desertion of the vermin-people’s utopia, the vermin-children take to their own intergenerational justice, beginning anew through the art of the piper’s song.
In Tempest, or the Night of Nightingales by Jac Harmon
When a stranger comes to stay in Port Tawe, his painting elicits a stream of painful memories and violent melodies for an injured musician.
All Hope Abandon! by Suki Hollywood
Spray and wipe. Spray and wipe. Nemesis cleaned the conveyor belt until it glistened like the back of a killer whale.
Flooding by Eve Darwood
A mother struggles to cope as the chaos in her home echoes the chaos in her head.
Propositions for the Living by Armaan
A writer enters self-imposed exile after writing what he believes to be a terrible book. But what will become of the world when the book reaches the shelves—and will its creator recognize his impact upon returning to an entirely changed society?
Encounters with a clairvoyant, or celestial navigation by Abigail George
They were warned to stay away, but what happens when infatuation leads to confrontation?
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Once Bitten Twice Shy by Dan A. Cardoza
The Headmaster scolded him for burning and biting his skin, and all he could do was apologize to his stepmother.
The Almanac by Max Dunbar
On the Thursday Bowman and Carmen had a party, they ordered Sukhothai and Bowman made a playlist for the occasion.
Safe Glaswegian Home by John Tinney
With his throat the scene of an alien autopsy and anxiety washing over him in waves, James thought about the work he had to do to get another job and fund existence in an area once called the murder capital of Western Europe.
Old Fruit by Hattie Atkins
From the upstairs window, I see him appear. The young boy – running on legs as thin as matchsticks – comes into view at the end of the street.
Witch by Sindhu Rajasekaran
Suggi watched crows pick at a dying dog’s flesh. One pulled at the skin to stretch it while another pecked to cut. The dog’s guts spilled. Blood oozed. Nerves and clots pulsed outside Suggi’s cage.