“I need a room for to-night.”
I kept it succinct. There was no need to elaborate what I might actually need. It all goes quicker if he only concentrates on one ...
Buy a bag of discarded bones and meat scraps from your butcher. Take them home and plant them. Be sure to use good potting soil and water regularly. You don’t ...
It was Dom and Tony’s second day in anatomy lab when Philip the cadaver started speaking to them.
“I’m an excellent specimen. If you don’t fuck this up you could ...
The sky. The grass. Blue. Green. Cloud country. Expansive. Overwhelming. So blue. So green. Screams. Mom. Toddler. Arm. Extends. Mouth. Open. Bees. Fill.
The American lay on his towel and watched the woman from behind his sunglasses, trying to decide if she was Latin or Lebanese and how he might initiate some sort ...
WITHIN A WEEK OF THE DAY ED MET GIOVANNA IN THE BEER PARLOUR AT THE COBALT, Mrs. Pinsky married them in the living room of her house near the corner ...
The police were always at our building, shaking down suspects, and belting out questions. Where did you get the drugs? Why did you ...
And maybe he only did it because he was tired.
Maybe that was it, maybe mama not baking the honey baked ham with the glistening mounds of soaked black beans ...
Can you describe it? Can you describe the taste of water?
No, not mineral, not bubbly water…
Plain water, flat, ...
Outside the sky was clearing. The stray rock lay at an arm’s distance in his cage. His own body stood outside, free and smiling at him. With the monkey now ...
Somewhere in the dark, I heard them hit. I heard it one, two, three, and the boy crying for them to stop, then just crying, then nothing at all. If ...
He calls for help, then the cavalry arrives to breathe life into the dead thing that was you. They blue light you to hospital, pump death out of you and ...
The wind blows cold and lonely off the prairie at night, hurtling along at ground level, then rising up, washing over the house.
Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg is Wagner’s most metatheatrical opera (edging Tannhäuser by a nose). A composition about composing, we watch the master singers ...
The IGGY and Litro Young Writers’ Prize is funded by philanthropically, and is open to gifted young people from around the world aged 13 – 18 and from all walks ...
Old Street station
An extract of Lindsey Nkem’s winning short story for our joint young writers’ award with IGGY, I Hope There’s Wi-Fi in Heaven, is now up on a ...
Lindsey Nkem, a 15-year-old young writer from Edmonton, Canada, was announced as the winner of our joint international young writers’ short story award with IGGY on Monday evening, 15 October, ...
The boy sits, hunched over, his head in his hands, on the stone floor outside of the jail cell. He doesn’t want to leave his parents, not yet. But he ...
When he was a child, he wanted nothing.
He lived in Arzan, a village in the country of Kaseia. Before he was old enough to split wood, he walked to the ...
