RED AMBER GREEN by Cathy Vella GREEN Trevor took a deep breath, as deep as he could with the ball gag in his mouth. He estimated that he’d been breathing the same air for over two hours now, as it felt warm and heavy in his lungs. His arms and legs ached, and an itch
Author: storgy
THE PLACE WHICH CALLED ITSELF A HOTEL by Lauren Bell If you look at it now, you would think I was mad. The place has lost all of its former glory, the spirit of it brutally ripped out only twelve months ago. There are one or two pieces I love which still remain; my favourite
Monthly Master featuring Paul McVeigh Paul McVeigh’s short fiction has been published in the New Century New Writing, Rattle Tales 2 & 3 and Unbraiding the Short Story anthologies, Harrington’s Fiction Journal, Flash Flood Journal, The Stinging Fly and been commissioned by BBC Radio 4. He has read his work on BBC Radio 5, at the Belfast Book Festival, the International Conference on the Short Story in Vienna and the Cork International Short Story
THE WEDDING by Sian Evans If he had his time again he would have changed one thing. He would have said Fuck Off more. Perhaps not in those words per se but the intention would have been there in his actions and his demeanour. He wouldn’t have waited around to give the green light on
THE WEDDING by Tom Dowding Mine might be the very last face you’d expect to see at this wedding; at least it would have been not so long ago. I had arrived in Pennsylvania just a few months before – my first time north of the Potomac – on account of receiving an offer of
CONFESSION by Tomek Dzido He sits on the front pew and looks up, the Son of God hanging high above, his flesh punctured by crooked nails and a sharpened rusted crown. He examines the detail of the sculpture and sighs, the seeping wounds reminding him of those that never heal. Leaning back he averts his
THE WEDDING by Sally-Anne Wilkinson That night, Obsita was swarming, which was comforting for us. Exhausted after days of patrolling, hungry for food and company, it was gratifying to return to the tribe. Raids from the vespers and avis were thick in Saltus recently; they stole from our oothecas, murdering our burgeoning young. Of course,
SOME OTHER WEDDING by Ryan Licata The wedding venue, a large thatched house built beside a small lake, was out in the wilderness, on the outskirts of Johannesburg. Eliot sipped champagne and looked around the room: the white fairy lights hanging from the domed ceiling; the tables, decorated with sunflowers and small wooden elephants; trunks
THE WEDDING by Benjamin Hewitt Nicols + co. Guns. Rifles. Accessories. Eddie always wanted the Christian bookshop he works in to have big metal letters jutting out of it, just like this, but the manager can’t afford it. The Nicols factory must date back to World War II. Next door to the long since abandoned
THE WEDDING by Anthony Self ‘Are you ready?’ Michael inhaled deeply. He measured himself in the mirror. His cravat was slightly offset. He adjusted it, exhaled and nodded. He felt a deferential pat on his shoulder. He turned and smiled at Thomas, his best man. ‘You know,’ Thomas said, ‘This is a tad morbid, even