Girl Who Spiralled by Amanda Oosthuizen

She woke up one morning and found the coccolith nestled in the palm of her left hand like a secret. When she tried to pick it off, it settled, winking mischievously.

A Nightmare by M.D. Wheatley

my head hits the common room desk and
are you okay some people preach
they strike me as
some friends
and i

Rue of Maiorum by Annie Blake

for Ehrlich

i wanted my life to live i noticed her green cat eyes her arms had been scratched by the sun thin like sucked meat of slither of bone swathes lifted onto the loft my life in no particular succession for i’m in atonement for my rendition

Deep Edges by G.E. Smith

After driving by it for months, he finally stopped to see if it was a pit or shadow from the nearby trees.

Artists in the Underworld by Richard Wayne Horton

The town had been a river port. Barges filled with golden grain had steamed away. Ships filled with wines, pianos, furs and jewels had arrived.