“Him” – a short story – by Lily Phoenix

I close the door and leave him in there, in his sanctuary. Why on earth one man needs four garden sheds is beyond me. Of course, this one is his favourite, it's the wood shed, with the tools and all the bits and pieces hung up or in jars or old margarine tubs. He...

Chaos – a short story by Naomi Trenier

Chaos In the city. My body shakes as the pounding footsteps of a grotesque unending millipede army drown every surface, flowing to and from work, in the tube stations, on the buses, in the bars, in the restaurants, by the rivers. I try not to touch anything, tube...