# Tuesday When she gets home, she sits in the stillness of her apartment for a minute. She studies the piano from the corner of her eyes. Grandiose, silent, waiting. All is well. She opens her trolley and sets it in the corner of the living room, with no intention to put it away just
Ted held a key attached to a silvery label, it glinted in the sun. “Got it from a girl I travelled with,” he said. “She trusted me to keep it safe.” I looked at the label. “Is that a Vancouver address?” “You bet, man.” We met on the road, heading west at Sault Ste. Marie.
London’s lights slap against my face as I rest my forehead against the window. My eyes drop open and shut, filled with flickering bars of fluorescent lights and blurred reflections of myself staring back at me. The Uber driver hasn’t said a word, and neither of us has asked him how his night has been
His students argued that he should take the day off. Answering emails at 10 PM on a Saturday was unacceptable. Two students created a PowerPoint and presented it to him and the rest of the class—the theme–It was time for him to find a social life. Middle-age was not scary. They used the Toulmin Model
We hope you enjoyed our radiated daily revelations…and now…we are delighted to announce the winners of The ANNIHILATION RADIATION Short Story Competition… …drum roll please… … 1st Place – Caroline Smith – A Trip To The Shops … 2nd Place – Nick Adams – Doomsda8 … 3rd Place – S O Green – Jack In
Pompadour, Caesar, Undercut, Crew. French Crop, Ivy League, Mid fade, Buzz. I guess it starts with the smell of American Crew and sweat. At least, that’s what my mind stretches for as I look back- I’ve no sense for certain, what with the throbbing drum in my head and the hallucinatory quality of my vision.
It was the summer I turned fifteen, our first summer at the lake house and – as my father insisted on informing us as we drove through the thinning traffic on our way out of the city – it was the summer that the ISON comet, long predicted to be among the brightest ever seen,
Before we know what pain is, we are told to let it out. Thirty children crowd in a circle, the woman with the iron-grey hair in a chair at the centre, above us all. It is a watery winter day. Pale sunlight creeps through the classroom windows, glittering off the teardrop-shaped pendant the woman wears
A man walks, unaware that he is part of some grand experiment. He walks, not knowing his choices are monitored, checked against lists, measured against outcomes. Rated to determine whether they are good or bad. Judged on how they will impact his life or the lives of those around him. He walks. Will he turn
Everyone watched in joy and amazement as Tarra and Shirley intertwined trunks and made ‘purring’ noises at each other. Shirley very deliberately showed Tarra each injury she had sustained at the circus, and Tarra then gently moved her trunk over each injured part. Carol Buckley, cofounder of the Elephant Sanctuary, Tennessee *** My first date