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Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 5 By Rich Mills
	I slept the long sleep, dead to the world; I lost a day in there somewhere. Now refreshed I'm ready to start transcribing what I've found. The two VHS video tapes seem to contain a variety of TV programmes. I'm going to get Keith down to give these the Read more...

Fiction - The Death and Birth and Death of a Legend By Bob Spence
	Goober liked to be busy. Some people could handle doing nothing, not Goober Walton. Running the tidy but ancient gasoline concession suited. Suited well. It was orderly and everything clearly had its place. Some would say it looked almost military in its order and for that it Read more...

Fiction - Feller's in Cut By Maurice Fairfield
	Well that's her gone. You don't remember me do you? I'll have a pint while you're thinking about it. It's me Jack, Harry Fergus's son. Here for the funeral. Thought I'd see her get put under. Not sure why. It's always a laugh though, watching a parson doing a Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Nine By Steve Rudd
	Life is a race against time, didn't you know? Sometimes I'm worn out by my own energy, but as we four walked first towards Langtang, right on through the cosy cluster of weather-beaten buildings and then so far past the village that even the strangely surreal Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Eight By Steve Rudd
	As I was led back towards the village, my mind frantically raced with thoughts and feelings, snapshots of murky memories and monstrous fears of what might now transpire. A foreigner amongst strangers, I guess I was more vulnerable than even I dared Read more...

Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 4 By Rich Mills
	Addict vaccine, social behaviour training, helicopter strafes overhead, government propaganda drenched lo-fi media docu-slice-of-life info-mercial broadcast, fed straight to your hole. (Written on a Planet Coffee branded paper napkin.) The napkin referred to above was Read more...

Fiction - Fishheads By Michelle Dee
	Monstrous silver and blue -green severed fish heads emerged at the forefront of her mind. Open, close, open, close the gaping mouths. She fancied there were others behind it. Each time the razor sharp teeth were bared she looked into the blacker than Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Seven By Steve Rudd
	Time spent away from the daily grind forces you to assess where, in life, you have been - and where you would like to go. Back in England, perversely, I had always wanted to return here to Nepal, but now I was back here, I wanted Read more...

Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 3 By Rich Mills
	Boring! It's far too wet and miserable to venture outside for a good few days now. Six months and that's it - I'm out of here. Eight at the very most! All depends on how fast I can save to get myself over to the Southern Hemisphere. Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Six By Steve Rudd
	Support for any given country's government can be a funny thing, but never hilarious. The Maoist rebels in Nepal, in an ideal world, would have the government of the landlocked country instantaneously overthrown. Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Five By Steve Rudd
	Sitting down for dinner in Syabru, with neither friends nor family for thousands of miles around, I resigned myself to the fact that I was on my own. Yet it's surprising how conversations can take off with complete strangers, as I began Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Four By Steve Rudd
	Kathmandu is both toxic and intoxicating. As soon as you get there you want to leave, to escape the evil wrath of smog that clogs the arteries and stifles all sense of being. Like most cities in the Third World, Read more...

Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 2 By Rich Mills
	The filter system in Panal (The aging-should-know-better-arty-farty-toss cafe bar that should have been closed down 30 years ago.) must have been faulty. I'm still feeling really crap this morning, two days on now. Either that or I'm coming down with a wet season cold. Which is a major pain in the arse Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Three By Steve Rudd
	The first time I saw her she was working the streets, and working them well. I was sat, as I recall, in a cafe situated in the tourist-overrun Thamel area of the city.. a cafe that could have been anywhere in the world. Read more...

Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 1 By Rich Mills
	After recent heavy rains I'm now trapped in the flat. The Wet Season is fully upon us now, it seems to arrive earlier each year. Not that I'd mind tropical storms if we got the tropical summer to go with it. Instead this summer was cold and grim, as it has been since as long as I can remember. My Dad does talk Read more...

Fiction - Firm but Fair By Mark Pollard
	Cry-Baby Jim Breaks. He pioneered it, they say. And the hushed, almost ecclesiastical tones of Ken Walton had heralded it's entry into Saturday afternoon folklore: the bright lights of Blackpool and Great Yarmouth, down to the lesser reputes of Ilfracombe and Skegness had all borne witness Read more...

Fiction - Puzzles By Denis Price
	I've got a really nice room, when the door's closed I feel ever so safe and warm. It's quiet as well, just the swish of the wind in the trees outside. I like the trees; they hide the big tall fence. My watchers say the fence is there to keep me safe, and that's their job too, they're always there Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Two By Steve Rudd
	What's a man to do in Kathmandu? Pretty much anything he wants is the steadfast answer. Sick of dull caravan-anchored holidays in Britain that plagued my ill-charmed childhood, adventure called and I responded. Still, I would be Read more...

Fiction - COLD WAR TALES- THE CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS By Denis Price
	The piercing insistent wail of the siren woke him. `For Christ`s sake now what!` Over the tannoy the smooth expensive voice intoned languidly that this was only a drill and that all personnel should continue with their normal duties. He groaned and thought, this is my normal Read more...

Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter One By Steve Rudd
	Above all else it was ignorance and arrogance that helped me pack my bags. The ignorance and arrogance of myself, that was, and everyone else. I was only interested in people and past-times that furthered humanity. And what was wrong with that? Read more...

Fiction - Scrawls Of The Unexpected By Mark Pollard
	Professor Colin Pillinger, lead scientist on the Beagle II programme, was calm but well pissed off inside. He had been clinging to the idea that his £35 million Mars Probe was stuck in a crater, waiting for some narrow rays of sunlight to banish the shade for a few precious hours each day in order that Read more...

Fiction - A Short Story - The Beaver Stalker By The J.E.M. Cult
	I stepped out into the cold frosty air. I pulled my muffler tighter round my hands and crunched across the frozen grass. Today was the first day of the beaver season- and by golly, I was sure gonna get me one. I love beavers. I can't help it. There's just something about stroking that damp fur that sends me Read more...

Fiction - The Art Of Being Alone In A Crowded Bar By Rich Mills
	What music are you into, man? The American exchange student who had earlier introduced himself, without any regard for Jean-Paul's need to be alone, suddenly threw a curve-ball of a question in his direction. Well I listen to... What followed was a definitive list of bands from Jean-Paul's wide ranging rare vinyl Read more...

Fiction - Old Tired & Completely Rucked By Martin Dale
	Of course, I used to be big league me. Right up there with the bigwigs I was. Every game I'd be out there, working my socks off for the club. I'd be at the bottom of every ruck, in the thick of every maul, I'd cover more of the pitch than anyone else on the team. Pretty good really, now that I come to think about it, Read more...

Fiction - From a Spirited Beginning By Martin Dale
	My earliest memory? Isolation. Being small, vulnerable, completely alone. I was surrounded by seemingly alien life, one with the life, but at the same time different, distinct. I came from this being, but I was no longer completely a part of it. I had a separate consciousness. No. Not yet. That was to come. At that time it was only an instinct. Read more...

Fiction - A Man with Two Horses By Lazyswede
	I met a man today that had two horses, but he could not get the horses to go the way he wanted them to. The gray mare wanted to take the footpath to the left and the old chestnut mare wanted to take the footpath to the right, while the man wanted to go back the way he came because he knew he would be late for his dinner if he took either of the other two paths. Read more...

Fiction - Halloween - One For The Road

	by Nicholas Boldock Jason Travis tip-tapped the steering wheel in time to the music blaring from the car's speakers. He glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard - 16:53. The sky was darkening, even at this early summer hour, not as a result of the setting sun but brought about by the lumbering grey rain clouds overhead. Read more...

Fiction - Telling Lies by Nicholas Boldock
	At half past five Harry arranged all the papers on his desk into neat piles, as he always did before going home. He shoved his pens into the blue plastic desk tidy and shut down his PC. He performed this same ritual every evening, did it automatically, even unconsciously. He felt overjoyed to be finally going home - the days seemed to be getting longer and longer and longer - even though home, to Harry, was only marginally more bearable than work. Read more...

Fiction - C(P)U On The Other Side
	by Rich Mills Roy carelessly tossed the apple core in the bin next to his computer. Constructed in a moment of sheer mindless boredom the waste-paper bin was an amalgam of newspaper strips and PVA glue, coated in a thick yellowing layer of varnish. Read more...

Fiction - ICU@ABC By Rich Mills
	by Rich Mills During those pre-teen days of dramatic sexual awakenings, Roy always strived and usually achieved, a brief respite of self-indulgent escapism. By scraping together un-spent bus fares and school dinner money he'd often have enough to visit the local cinema most weeks. Read more...

Fiction - The Newland Chemistry Set
	by Rich Mills "But it's raining... (dum   dum   dub-ba..!   dum   dum) Raining in my heart..." A distant wave of dash-white-line hugging radio being transmitted from the 'WHO THE HELL HAS BEEN MESSING WITH MY TUNER???' morning-show drifted through the rows of tree lined avenues and terraces. Read more...

Fiction - Chants From The Graveside By Rich Mills
	by Rich Mills There is some old saying about 'idle hands' and doing the Devils work, or some such thing. The assumption then could be that 'idle words' spoken must be those of the Devil also. If in no more a way than an un-reasoned babble is nothing but a distracting noise. A siren song designed to send us off course. Read more...

Fiction - It's Like The Bloody Inquisition! By Rich Mills
	by Rich Mills He couldn't understand why someone would do such a thing! It definitely seemed however, that somewhere someone must have told someone else something about him. Something that wasn't really anyone else's concern. Then again interfering in the lives of others was a deeply annoying trait we were all guilt of. Read more...