“A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.”
“Your nose has made your state of absolute despair so obvious that your boss [who can no longer hear the shitty techno music] comes over, frowning, to tell you that asphyxiating in the death throes of a break up is definitely against the look policy.
“Herman removed her girdle and threw it across the room. Next he removed his dentures and placed them in a glass beside the bed.” New fiction by Andy Bankin.
“But if this is Karen calling, don’t leave a message. I don’t want to talk to you. Not after what you and Jason did at the Blue Light Lounge on Friday.” New fiction by Townsend Walker.
“It’s how a glacier must sound when it moves and scrapes the earth. It’s called ‘glacial abrasion’ and it’s going to be on the exam tomorrow. The professor said so.” New fiction by Rebecca Jones-Howe.
“The cart wheel angled hard to the left, catching the edge of Bianca’s dress. Before she could realize it, before I could stop her, she gave the cart another shove, and with a sickening pop the hem of her dress tore raggedly open.” The conclusion of Dagny Renner‘s serial.
“She parked and pushed him down into the corner of the truck. The door didn’t have a handle inside so he couldn’t get out unless she let him.” New fiction by Dawn Wilson.
“George had sprung for something more impressive. Put a six-year-old in the way of these bouquets and she’d flatten, breathless in the best case, rib-crushed in the worst.” Chapter 2 of Dagny Renner‘s serial.
“Moths hover round me as I walk down the street. No one turns to look but I see them—feel them, too. Sometimes they touch me with their dark, dusty wings.” New fiction by Brenda Anderson.
“We turned to the door. It was the moment of truth. It was the moment of truth because I had not been entirely honest when I presented my idea to Hyo.” A new serial by Dagny Renner.