Author: storgy

One with Water By Roger McKnight

Allie Owen’s Watch-Me wall clock was robin-egg blue before her fiancé smashed it with a boot. True, Kai patched the clock back together so the hands kept on ticking, but they stuck on one time only, Cinco.  Kai rushed from the room anytime he remembered that word.  Cinco, the Mexican police called it, Cinco de

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A Problem with Sex By Sharif Gemie

‘I’m not going,’ said Mary. ‘But, mum—’ ‘It’s pointless—all these deadbeat men who lie about their ages and their jobs, their divorces and their marriages, who make jokes that aren’t funny…’ ‘Mum—’ ‘It’s not worth it.’ ‘Give him a chance.’ ‘No. Why should I?’ ‘It’s a twenty-minute drive to Kington. What else are you going

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Autotomy Cocktail by Zachary Ashford

What a wild ride this story was. I’ve read a few things by Ashford and the guy just keeps getting better and better (I also had the pleasure and honour of reading his upcoming novella – which is mind-blowing – check that out when it drops). But we’re here to talk about ‘Autotomy Cocktail’ –

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Obsessive Corgi Disorder by Phil Cummins

‘Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them’ (Thom Jones) I live with a dog-mad woman. She absolutely adores them, having surrounded herself with the beasts from an early age. First up were Brownie and Tiger, both sadly dispatched to the great canine beyond via the neighbour’s shotgun one evening, her father

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From Both Sides By Sam Saxton

He was crossing the road onto Trafalgar Square just like everyone else around him. They were tourists, for the most part, people who had come here deliberately. It was going to be an evening for it. The clouds, if they could even be called that, had floated off again, leaving no doubt about the weather.

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Last Days By Ben Tufnell

I. The summer we found the skull was also the summer that Smith got stuck in the sluice gate and nearly drowned, and somehow those two events have been inextricably linked in my mind ever since. Looking back now, it is as if together they formed a threshold, a kind of boundary between the first

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Go Listen to “You Can Call Me Al” by Christopher Forrest

When we were younger, my best friend, Dan, and I went snowboarding in the North Carolina mountains. It was so bright everywhere—the sky was this electric, herniating blue, and the sun was blinding off the snow. While we were riding up the Sugar Mountain lift, Dan became concerned that his face was getting sunburned, and

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An Invitation to Darkness by Hailey Piper

An Invitation to Darkness was a beautifully written gothic romp of a book and I bloody loved it. The setting itself is truly magical and in Piper’s hand she turns that magic into black magic – the darkness swells in this story and it pretty much comes out of nowhere. Was I ready for the

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Demonstration by Stephanie Limb

In some cases it seemed to me that feeling literally in pieces could be traced back to that sort of original fragmentation that is bringing into the world-coming into the world. I mean feeling oneself mother at the price of getting rid of a living fragment of one’s own body; I mean feeling oneself a

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Happysad By Philip Charter

Dying was the easy part. When my children moved to Amsterdam, and later, when my husband departed this world, I endured difficult times. But hardest of all was the day I accepted the only way to escape my agony was to leave my body behind. With each passing year, I lost friends and family to

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