Irina Tall
My name is Irina Novikova. I am a graphic artist. Drawing began to interest me at an early age; the first subjects for me were fantastic birds and animals. I have a degree in art from the State Academy of Slavic Cultures and a BA in graphic design from MGTA. The main...Life is what you make it and Home Fires by Abigail Ottley
Life is what you make it / Nana said / she knew a thing or two about living / born at the fag end of the century / into just-above poverty / she walked a mile to church / three times every Sunday / for the salvation of her six- year-old soul / mealtimes she sat at the...Across the Ocean by Yuqing Weng
—2022 London— ‘I’m probably half Chinese, which means you’re one-fourth. You should know. Sorry I haven’t told you before.’ Irene’s father squeezed her hand hard when he uttered these words, as if he’d gathered his last ounce of strength to do so. Irene sat by...Virtual Writers’ Group
Event Overview Date & Time: Apr 27, May 4 & May 11 (18:00–20:00 BST) Format: Online event Summary: A nurturing, supportive environment for writers to discuss their work-in-progress short fiction. Event Description Join The Selkie’s FREE writers’ group to...Announcement of Partnership with Hillfire Press
We are very pleased to announce that The Selkie Publications CIC will now be working closely with Hillfire Press. This comes after a change in leadership, with Lena Kraus, founder and editor-in-chief of Hillfire Press, taking over as the new managing director of The...Sprinkles by Eule Grey
Content warning: miscarriage/abortion, mental illness and ableism Eggs. Eggs, potatoes, onions, spices, oil, tomatoes, ham. Cheese: optional. Eggs. Eggs, potatoes, onions … eggs. It’s a long list. Miranda can remember the first three items but not the rest. She copies...Thank You for Coming to My TED Talk by Sadie Maskery
Content warning: Death or dying Sometimes things just die. No drama or freak mischance, just the small fading hum of systems shutting down. Neither fear gods nor regard justice nor seek hope, for there is none. But persevere with dull futility, all otherness seeping...Dinner Time by Priyadarshini Gogoi
The first knock comes at 10:40 in the night. We don’t have a peephole, so I call through the door. “Yes? Kaun hai?” A young man’s voice replies, “I want to talk to madam.” “Do you have a name for who you want?” A pause and then an oily whisper: “You ordered from...Jesus Christ Super Lager by John Tinney
‘Jesus disnae need a marketing consultant, an agent or whatever you are.’ Illeism. How has it come tae this? Mary Magdalene came back from the toilet and got herself between Jesus and another mouth-breather. ‘Every powerful man needs a marketing consultant,’ Willie...