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Lockdown routine (3 per day) By Jack Swanson

3 cups of coffee. That’s maximum. 2 is preferable. And none after 4pm. 3 sets of press-ups (20 per set) 3 sets of sit-ups (25 per set) 3 sets of squats (15 per set) 3 times to go outside. That is also a maximum. Once to run and once to shops. If you feel a

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Pieces of Us By Jess Moody

When Josh knelt and presented the ring, the first question Hélène considered – other than the obvious – was, “am I going to have to kill his mother?” So far she’d mastered her rage. Three years of the relationship, two and a half trying to extricate him from the strange, devious little woman who bore

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Boy By Corinne Clark

Some folk said Uriah Bleakness would do the devil proud, should the devil ever stoop so low. Bleakness—Lord Bleakness, he’d grown fond of calling himself—owned a gloomy curio shop at the junction of Pinchin Road and Back Church Lane in the bustling parish of Whitechapel. The merchandise he sold was of a most Unextraordinary Character,

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Family Fortunes By Lucy Goldring

‘We asked one hundred people to name a source of family conflict – ’ In my mind: In-Laws But I didn’t say that. At the end you’re supposed to smile and wave moronically. Some teams get silly and pick up Les Dennis like he’s a roll of bargain carpet. Bugger that. I shuffled left and

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Cushions By Daniel Guy Baldwin

So I have this girlfriend. Our relationship has all those fantastic amazing things a relationship is meant to have. We have a great time together, we’re in love, and the sex is great. All in all, pretty amazing stuff. But, goddamn, is she annoying. Take this morning for instance. This song comes on the radio

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The Literary Prize By Chris Lee

Bastards all.  Self-righteous, narcissistic, self-pitying, craven, cringing, oleaginous, vile, dribbling, deluded bastards. They all think they should win; they all think they deserve to win. And here they are. And here I am. We’re sitting on a platform; we’re waiting to read. They will read from the ghastly excretions that they have forced before the

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Gris-Gris: Post Virus By Sterling Warner

Although many COVID-19 victims had become mortally ill and died, the rest of us trudged on with renewed appreciation of beauty’s mutable nature. Peter Beagle wrote that he’d slept with Lyla for a month before discovering she was a werewolf. Well Peter and Lyla’s fictional romance has nothing on me. One night at Kelsey’s Bar

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Daylight Savings Time, PART II By David Lohrey

The homeless may have been called hippies in San Francisco but in LA they were still called bums. As the trans writer Jan Morris once said, L.A. is the can-do city, not at all into flower children like little San Francisco. They still called the cops on black FEDEX deliverymen in Beverly Hills: “Help, there

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Groomed By JL Amphlett

She was cautious of course. As woman are taught to be. The first time they would meet in public, on her territory. An emergency exit strategy had been lined up. But that was competency rather than caution. She wasn’t the type – or age – to be taken as naïve. Early-fifties but well-groomed, technically a

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One Good Eye By Phebe Jewell

When I wake to find my left ear missing, Mother tells me not to worry. “I’ll sew you a new one,” she mimes, hands imitating a needle and thread. I shrug. I don’t mind losing another ear. All I need is a good eye and a steady hand to hold my paintbrush. I’ve survived three

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