Articles, interviews and short stories for our interbnational readers.
„Can’t you see we go mad without Him?” (taken from a suicide’s last note) The headlights of the car flashed over the old man’s spectacles who sat exhausted in a chair on the motel’s terrace. The advertisement which stated ironically… Continue Reading
I awoke suddenly when I heard a sound. Quite a loud sound – a kind of banging. The sweat trickled down my back. Who could be in my flat at this hour? It must be getting on for three in… Continue Reading
I have a ratty side and a nice side. Most of my friends only want half of me, but you have the wisdom and courage to embrace the whole me. Is that love? Maybe not, but whatever it is it… Continue Reading
It all started the moment he couldn’t recognize his hands. They were maybe the most familiar part of his body that he watched almost the entire day while writing, painting, or holding his cigarette lazily over the armrest, but this… Continue Reading
Chapter 1: The package I paced up and down the hallway, tapping my fingers against my thighs. The sense of anticipation was overpowering. When would it arrive? ‘Julian, are you nearly ready for supper? It’s Lamb Shank. Your favourite’. I… Continue Reading
He was a few chapters away from finishing the trilogy he’d been writing for almost twenty years. A narrative unlike anything written to date. A prose no one had ever created before. Something that was to get him into the… Continue Reading
Kaaron Warren is an Australian author of horror, science fiction, and fantasy short stories and novels. She is the author of the short story collections The Grinding House, which won the 2006 ACT Writing and Publishing Awards, and Dead Sea Fruit. Her short stories… Continue Reading
Geoff made two errors of judgment in his life, both in the middle of Winter. Three, if you count the ex-wife, but that wasn’t life-threatening. His first should have taught him, but it didn’t. He was cooling a place down… Continue Reading
This is the story of Genesis, of a time before time, when God had only five children. And these children, the five archangels, had started fighting and disputing the Holy Kingdom because for their games, Heaven was no longer wide… Continue Reading
They started to fall like rain in the summer. As I got under the eaves of Pandele’s house, they were everywhere, hitting the trees and the gates of the households, impaling themselves on the sharp stakes of the fences. They… Continue Reading