Short

Lovely Biscuits

He’s that guy on the news, in the artist’s sketches, the one staring blankly into the near distance while before him the judge in her powdered wig makes a vain attempt at the imposition of order, at quieting the cacophonic courtroom; the bloke, could you see him in the flesh,¬†whose clean-shaven lip, where once dwelt […]

Furious Eye

  Atticus Brood, Purveyor of Periodicals, Publisher of Strange Fictions, and Broadcaster of the Unsounds, tossed the manuscript into the waste-paper basket in disgust. Fucking nonsense. Was he really this desperate, to be actually reading his slush-pile? Perhaps it was boredom. Certainly nothing much of publishable interest had surfaced of late, despite his having increased […]

Flint. Smoke.

Flint squatted in the undergrowth, his broad steel blade lying across his knees, and the collar of his drizabone turned up against the rain. He peered out from beneath the wide brim of his hat, the mouth of the cave just visible, a dark grin amongst the gum trees farther up the escarpment. The line […]