Stories

by Viola Nordsieck

When Janet was thirteen years old, she found out about perspectives. Continue Reading →

by Archie Aston

The kids ate my weed biscuits. I came down for breakfast and saw that Daddy’s biscuits’ box wasn’t where I left it last night. I looked at the little shits around the table, scoffing down their sugared puffs, slurping through the guilt. They knew I knew.
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by Erin O’Loughlin

As a child, I was my father’s princess. Now that I am to be Queen, I like to think that he would find it a fitting end for me. He always believed in fairy-tales. More fool him. In this world, the strongest must make their own happy endings.
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by Allegra Franziska Lipanje

You begin in a catholic country. Unchristened, you are the offspring of unorthodox parents who fled the worship. There you are, sat at your chipped enamel desk, wearing your blue apron. Crucifix on the wall, aimed at exactly the space between your eyes, primary school. Continue Reading →

by Isabel Rock
‘You’ve got your Facebook face on.’
‘What?’
‘Your Facebook face, the one you get when you’re looking at Facebook.’
‘Yeah.’
‘And your Facebook ears,’
‘What?’
‘You’ve got your Facebook ears on, the ones you get when you’re looking at Facebook and you don’t listen to anything I say.’
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by Christine Brandel

A woman approached a man on a plane.

“I think you’re in my seat, young man.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me move my stuff.”

“If you don’t mind.”
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by Alice Ash

Once I was out at the club in a dress that was designed to make boys/guys/men feel really hot under the collar and really hard inside their pants. Continue Reading →

by Kirsty Logan

#1: I love you more than I love to eat brains

After the show Mara coils her intestines up carefully and threads them back through the hemmed slit of her bellybutton. I mirror her, coiling up her guitar leads and putting them behind the amps so she doesn’t get them mixed up. She did that once before and the electric shock fried part of her liver – we had to eat three boys to get that back. Continue Reading →