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Fiction - Later. Still. By Christopher Skolik
	Maybe human beings get through life by focusing their attention down to the smallest details, those soap opera comings and goings that make up the flickering magic lantern show of day to day existence, the little things that make life worth living, the details that stand between us and the chasm. Read more...

Fiction - The Hunch-Back (in the style of The Hitman by T.C. Boyle) By Katherine Horrex
	By the age of nine the Hunch-Back is aware that he has no place. He questions the existence of everything he sees and it is not until he grows shady from first stubble and hard with distracting pubescent bulk that he gains any sense of purpose, or raison d'etre if you will, for he is half French. It is his mother to which the French in him must be attributed, Read more...

Fiction - The Terminal Brothel By Christopher Skolik
	Gales crashed onto the housing estate. Grey sky like fractured mountains. In the passenger seat Dennison read through the paper, as Snaith drives. As some story or headline caught Snaith's attention he would ask Dennison to read it in full. The council estate was a maze of similarity -a dizzying optical illusion where homes, roads, and people all Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - Kundalini By Andrea Longstaff

	She was homeless and walking the streets. Her mind was unhinged but full of new found awareness. A realisation that she was now free in the true sense of the word. Her life always did have a surreal texture to it but after a night of no sleep and helping the stranger who had dropped his pens. He looked into her glazed eyes, "I hope you get a good nights sleep tonight" Read more...

Fiction - The Artist By The Silver Fox
	Pencil in hand, he stands immobile. His eyes are locked onto the pristine expanse before him as though searching for some secret buried within the paper itself; an image that his pencil will simply be highlighting rather than creating. Above and beyond his eye line, the graphite point gleams dully in the harsh light that cascades down onto the easel. Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - Crackers By Pete Texas

	I was 12 ½ when my dog ate my rabbit He chewed on its head like a malnourished Gannet So I traded Ben for an Arini Parrot Put her in the hutch with the lettuce and carrot I was sure with the straw to build Polly a nest So when she fell asleep she'd have somewhere to rest Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - The Flat By The Silver Fox

	He emerged from the oven to see the landlord eyeing him as though enquiring as to what he'd expected to find in there. He adopted a knowing expression - as though saying that he hadn't found it and was disappointed. "Seventy a week?" "That covers your water rates," came the expansive reply. He nodded, fearing that further conversation would bring Read more...

Fiction - Independent By Katherine Horrex Photos by Darren Rogers
	The room was pulsing with white noise and euphoria. Giles was positioned behind the sound booth, stupefied by the scene on stage: five Burberry clad men thrashing manically at their instruments, their sixties feather cuts flicking through the damp air. A final power chord growled through the Marshall stack, reverberating triumphantly and the lead Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - The Prescription By The Silver Fox

	The pen flashed across the pad like a magic wand. Jeff watched, appropriately spellbound. The prescription was pushed across the desk with neither comment nor eye contact. "Not much of a bedside manner." "This isn't a bedside." Pain sent a stinging retort flying to Jeff's lips; need bit it back. "Not funny," he mumbled, leaving. After an agonising moonwalk Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - Kids Like That By The Silver Fox

	The abuse, though muted by the noise of the engine, was clear and vile in the thick afternoon air. It poured onto the bowed head of the smaller boy; rank as his sweat and tears. He pressed down upon the accelerator and the car shot forward, elongating the bully's last insult into a thin scream. He was out onto the hot road before the broken bundle had rolled off of the bonnet. Read more...

Fiction - 100 Words Competition - Who's The Daddy? By Catherine Horlax

	I heard footfalls; hollow thuds echoing down the corridor, and drew my knees up so my boots wouldn't be visible. He'd said he'd be there. A tap gushed. I noticed the door was inscribed with idiocy, and calmed myself with the fact that 'Lisa Hyde stuffs mashed potato up her cunt'. At least I'd kept my word - I'd said I'd be there too. I laughed because, barring crying, Read more...

Fiction - 3 Phones, 300 Words By Joe Hakim
	She smiled as she handed him the bottle. He took it from her and poured himself a glass. 'So what do you think?' she asked.   'I'm not that bothered,' he replied. He was pretty drunk by now and he attempted to think of something to say, but the silence remained stagnant. She took a gulp from her glass, Read more...

Fiction - Lessons Learnt By Nick Quantrill
	DS Richard Coleman pulled into the lay-by and headed towards the flashing blue lights. An hour later it would have been someone else's problem. But it wasn't. An articulated lorry had been isolated from the other vehicles, cones placed around it, linked together by barrier tape. A mobile generator providing power to the small floodlights Read more...

Fiction - Mr Keith Fortner By The Silver Fox
	In assessing the nature and worth of Mr Keith Fortner, it helps to be acquainted with one or two salient facts about his background. This is true of anyone, of course; understanding can rarely come without some awareness of their past experiences and emotional development after all. Even the vast majority of people who tend to exist in a very limited context - the parameters Read more...

Fiction - After The Rain By Joe Hakim
	He noticed there was another crushed snail by the doorstep. It was the third one he'd found this week. It was funny because he could never recall standing on the snails, but there they were. He opened his back door and lit a cigarette. He'd been in this place for a month now, but it still didn't feel like his home, just a place he was staying in for a while. Read more...

Fiction - The Suicide Park, Self Surgery And Brutalised By Affection By Christopher Skolik
	Dennison followed Snaith from the road, through trees, to a wire fence. Snaith slipped through. Beyond the skeletal trees, Dennison could see a smoky illumination. Snaith and Dennison walked around as if inspecting a gallery. It looked like a derelict industrial estate from a distance. Only when he got closer could Dennison hear the sound of 22 engines humming. Read more...