A dinner meant to save a marriage becomes a quiet reckoning. In Fine Dining (Aubade), every gesture — a sip, a silence, a final drive — cuts deeper than words. ...
In “Do Your Bidding,” a dark satire of disaster capitalism, Gordon Drake profits off a nuclear meltdown by auctioning off contaminated goods—and even giraffes—under the guise of charity. Told through ...
We’re half a mile out from the White Cliffs in my Grandad’s boat. Me, Smeg, and Den, with our fishing rods and a cooler of Heineken. Refreshes the parts other ...
A meditation on perception and perseverance. A woman, confronted with a fallen ant, observes its relentless effort—and sees herself drawing parallels between form, willpower, and womanhood.
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HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA flips the traditional stalker narrative into a biting satire of fear, desensitization, and performance. As our unnamed narrator turns dread into dinner-party anecdotes—and eventually stand-up ...
In this reflective and poetic piece, life’s choices, regrets, and missed opportunities unravel like a winding road stretching into the unknown.
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A haunting letter from a young protester killed by a sniper during Iraq’s 2019 protests. Dear Sniper explores themes of loss, injustice, and the enduring human cost of violence, offering ...
In the world of academia, the true treasure isn’t always knowledge—it’s knowing where to look.
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“We were home from college and back with our parents. We didn’t want to barricade the door or worry who might be behind on the other side. All we wanted ...
It usually took an hour to get to her office so that was annoying in itself. I’ve reached the point where a 20-minute drive makes me start looking for a ...
“But I am not hungry; I just ate.”
“So sorry, but that’s the policy. You want to use our restroom, no problem. But you must be a customer first and ...
In this story we breathe the intimacy of a sensual, gritty city
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When risky, tantalising sex brings you back to your roses
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A stormy sky, birds in brutal combat, and a life likened to muddy puddles—a haunting reflection on existence and forgotten moments.
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“We’re already in it, aren’t we.”- Rita
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In the dim glow of the club, amidst the ephemeral exchanges and the facade of names, a portrait of divine adoration is crafted, revealing the sacred within the profane.
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She’d see them up there, with those cool lasers shining out of their eyes and lighting up the labels of these awesome records no one had ever heard of, and ...
Can you own the dead? ‘Well?’ she asks, studying the small yellow teeth. ‘Can you?
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And so the creatures watch me watching you watching the doctor and his wife.
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In the silence of the back bedroom, his sobs were a testimony to a life altered by negligence, a reminder of the cost paid in human lives for industrial progress. ...
