Anyone will tell you I’m a scream. I’m the life and soul of the party, me. I like a bit of banter, I like to shake things up. Get people going. It’s a laugh. They love it really. They get into the spirit of the thing, acting like they are upset and shaking and crying but they are just hamming it up. Continue reading Surprise! by Michele Alter Brenton
Angie lay like a corpse, flat on her back on the white marble floor, next to the barrier for Platform 17. Continue reading Vitoria Xavier by Louisa Campbell
I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
I was running lying down. Such a night head. Continue reading The Dolorous Hour by Jude Cowan Montague
Flat grey stone, holed through its core.
Some call it adderstone, say it comes
from stings of snakes. Others call it
witch stone, good to ward off nightmares,
keep the dark at bay. Continue reading Hagstone by Susan Castillo Street
‘The howl that sits in
by your black hole
of teeth’ (from The Shape of a Forest by Jemma L. King)
There’s a hole with light streaming out of it. Somebody left the light on. Continue reading light holes by John Reinhart