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Fiction: The Nightclub

By Craig Potter The student mingles. At the culmination of each uncomfortable silence, he steps away before greedily edging forwards to drink from another centre of worldly energy. ‘Which hall are you in?’ ‘What are you studying?’ ‘Where did you come from?’ Closed conversation propels him onward. He expects more. All expect more. They came […]

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Fiction: The Desert

By Carissa Gordon Boy walks.             He walks in the desert beneath the weight of too many books in his backpack. He walks too far in the cold rain to arrive at a bus station full of too many people. Some look dangerous. Some are in danger. Boy’s desert isn’t like others. Boy’s desert is […]

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Fiction: Who Are Your Friends?

By Caroline Osella Check-in done, security over – only the formality of immigration now and she’d be leaving India. Her phone was pinging non-stop but she couldn’t stop to catch up on the latest baby or dog photos from the family WhatsApp, nor to read all the ‘goodby and safe journey’ messages and memes from […]

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Fiction: Oil on Canvas

By Todd Schoepflin No matter what happens, I want to thank you. I appreciate you hunkering down with me all the time we worked on this plan, plotting, scheming, drinking. When you’re done reading this you can hide it or throw it out. People will question why you didn’t talk me out of this. There […]

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Fiction: Smiling Gives You Wrinkles

By Anoushka Benbow Shelley Thomas understands that the record-keepers in the communities claim that it is the year 2087 and humanity is two generations into the New World. The indulgent factoids of gilded life in the community carry little meaning to the people living in the ghettos and shanties of the city ruins, where life […]

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Fiction: A Working-Class State of Mind

By Colin Burnett Ah laid the boax ae painkillers alongside the boattle ae Smirnoff vodka oan the coffee table. It doesnae even matter tae me that ma flat is that cauld it wid gee an Eskimo the shivers. Aw ah kin focus oan is the troubling thoats which are circling aroond ma heid like a […]

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