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The StoriesThe Tall-Tale-Teller's Taleby Paul BlaneyI was already old the day I met Hercules and he wasn't yet Hercules then. Old and poor and blind to boot... (more) shirageshiby Rebekah Lattin-RawstroneHirunobu still had the hair of a schoolboy. Soft, like the fluff of a baby chicken... (more) What We Knowby Liz RosenRichard is telling his snake story again. He waves his bourbon and water through the air as if he were conducting... (more) Service Stationby Kate AnsellThe snow fell, and the world pulled over. At Junction 12, they were lucky enough to find a service station... (more) Shelly Finds A Filmby Sally FooteOn the way home, Shelly found a film. A yellow cased, Kodak, Elite Chrome 36 exposure, colour slide... (more) The Beginningby Imogen SaltI have an idea that I want to start something. I take a walk then. Take a walk along the canal.... (more) Witching Hourby Sally HinchcliffeSomewhere in the spiritual, if not the geographical, heart of Middle England there is a small honey-hued town... (more) Lantirnby Tracy MaylathThe nature of the death list changed after the Queen Mother kicked the bucket.... (more) Plain Uselessby Kit WhitfieldWhen she was sixteen, my mother saw a freak show for the first time. She wandered the dust... (more) The Miracle Of Breastsby Linda JamesMiss Adam-Jones' breasts always walked into the room first. Enormous and conical like embroidered... (more) It's Your Callby Frank GoodmanI hate it when the phone begins to ring. I hate the sound of it. I hate the idea of it.... (more) Ireneby Helen BaileyShe's walking down the slip. Coat buttoned up to the neck. It's windy. Her lipstick flies scarlet... (more) Loose Threadby Mickey Feather"Saw your muchacha yesterday, you ole dog," said Ralf's senior colleague Pete the Poke on Monday morning... (more) Trashby Lewis HallNosferatu shadow fingers scuttled across the skirting board and onto the skinny carpet... (more) The Beginning of the End of the Pierby Katy DarbyStage fright is a funny thing: it's not fear of the stage, of course, but fear of what you might do... (more) Kitesby Alex FleetwoodCold tears hang on the rear windscreen of the car as I arch my back and turn my head to see... (more) Out Of Tenby Alex NorthI moved into my flat on the Saturday. Started work on the Monday. Woke up with him Wednesday... (more) War Gamesby Hedva AnbarGeorge introduced me to some of the others, all British as far as I could tell, but as usual... (more) Stigmataby Henderson DowningWhenever I went around to Cooper's we downed a lot of cider and talked a lot of crap. I can still ... (more) Flightby Margot WattsIn the dream I can fly, eagle steady as I circle and plummet and then ascend again on updrafts ... (more) Tomorrow May Rainby Frank GoodmanI leave Rhys lying in his own puke because I am too out of it to do anything else... (more) All The Hairdressers I Have Ever Been Toby Sarah HiornsCalled 'Mr Spaghetti' by my enlightened grandmother, Mr Guiseppe was typically ebullient... (more) Madame Malabarby Fiona Ritchie WalkerMadame Malabar, Lindisfarne Court. The first time I read it, I knew it didn't sound right... (more) MI ARGENTINA QUERIDA (My Beloved Argentina)by Amanda SchiffHis shoes were what I noticed first. They were still beautiful, made of oxblood leather and... (more) The Cardboard Womanby Heather WilliamsGina's invading my personal space: her shoulder brushes mine, a staticky strand of hair tickles... (more) Neighbourhood Watchby Jules GibsonI'm truly sorry I stabbed you in the eye, Mrs Stephens. I swear, I thought you was a big dog... (more) Tale Endsby Diana MitchenerDeath.... (more) Out Of Dukinfieldby James AdenI thought I'd treat myself, have a short day out. Well a big afternoon really. I'd finished my... (more) Swallowedby Katherine MayLet me describe the scene to you. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, letting my supper go cold... (more) Valedictionby Julie TomaszMother has left the window open, just a crack, just as always --- enough to let the room air out... (more) That's Deathby Paul BlaneySlicing and then peeling back the wall of Barry Barton's stomach, the coroner was met by... (more) The Occasional Tableby Sara HiornsThe thing that Louise wanted more than anything else was an occasional table made to look like... (more) One Too Many Geoffreysby Andrew NewshamThe boss had whittled down the applicants to just two suitable people from a field of over... (more) Satelliteby Alessandra SartoreStephen sat alone in the restaurant with a drink. He didn't bring a book, partly because... (more) Home Sweet Homeby Sasha SmithThat neighbor, she didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. I knew it all yesterday after... (more) Post-Leading Manby Ashley Stokes'Old Johnny Swanson stood on the corner in his semi-cowboy clothes, staring gloomily... (more) Electricityby Christian WalshPaul knew all about plumbers, electricians and roofers. Estate agents and carpet layers... (more) Novemberby Patricia DenbyShe is standing there next to the fence, her hands deep in her pockets. She has a secret... (more) The Terrible History of Two Dachshunds Belonging to Mrs Jemima Greenby Kate AnsellJemima had a Persian cat called Syphilis, she’d inherited it from her only son, who’d emigrated to Australia... (more) Kwik Saveby Tracy MaylathThe statistical possibilities of all the beverage combinations make you as jittery as a caffeine buzz... (more) Beanieby Nina RobertsonThe days are unexpectedly warm though the leaves are already turning. An indian summer and a miracle... (more) puppybunnyby Mark O'NeilIt wasn't that I didn't like coming home, just that it felt like part of me had never left... 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