by Mary de Pleave
Itʼs a relatively new phenomena, talking pictures. No, not like the silent movies which evolved into talking pictures but talking from within the picture or painting, which is commonly known as S.I.P.- sound interiorization of paintings. Well, SIPʼs been around at least since 2100. Benetton used to advertise ʻthe United Colours of Benettonʼ but with the arrival of S.I.P. changed to ʻthe United Sounds of Benettonʼ. Continue Reading
by Star Spider
I wanted to make Willow happy, simple as that.
I wanted it to be a song, or a ballad more like, where the hero rescues the princess only the princess rescued me and I brandished an old book, not an iron sword. Continue Reading
by Victoria Gosling
The path rises into the thin air, where the heavens are so clear they seem to tremble and vibrate. Only when she reaches the saddle does Teresa stop for a moment, bending over double to pant while clutching at her knees. The sun is at her back. As she straightens, a small bird flies past her face and then plummets down towards the valley floor, so that she watches it falling, effortlessly falling until it enters the shadow and can be seen no more. Continue Reading
by Matthew Di Paoli
The world was now completely covered in light. At first it was subtle, the stars
began to fade around the cities. Soon it reached the suburbs, then the mountains and the
sea. Continue Reading
by Bud Smith
The woman at the desk has frizzled hair and sharp teeth. We’re old friends.
“You don’t have to sign in,” she says.
She is smoking a cigarette in secret.
I wave and walk down that lemon and kelly hallway.
On Thursdays for mandatory community service hours, I read to the blind. Continue Reading
by Jane Flett
Once upon a time, there was a manatee that lived far below the waves in the deepest and bubbliest part of the ocean. The manatee was frequently mistaken for a beautiful mermaid by sailors, because the sailors round those parts were rum-spattered lushes who were more likely to identify as pirates. Continue Reading
by La JohnJoseph
It was night, inevitably, and Thackeray was asleep at the wheel. The car continued on steadily, down the bullet-straight autobahn, in almost total silence, with just a hint of a purr – good kitty. Baby was asleep inside me, she was as big as a football now, had congealed, hardened into a small human. She was fully baked, and I was nineteen. She snored softly, tooting like a toy trumpet every minute or so, her tiny body floating around in years of recycled shit. For once she wasn’t talking in her sleep. Continue Reading
by Laura Nunziante
Dear F.,
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. All I know about you these days is from what you do on Facebook. Was it nice in Upper Bavaria? How far have you gotten with your vegetable garden? Is your relationship still complicated? Continue Reading
by Marie Luise Lehner
Last night I silently ate my neighbour’s cat in the backyard. It tasted of struggle, and its muscles were tense from loneliness. Continue Reading
by Alex Vigue
There’s a volcano and it’s about to erupt and kill everyone on the planet. It’s a very big volcano. There is also a whale. But the whale is dead. Luckily there is also a mad scientist, although she prefers to be called Gene. Continue Reading