By: Priya Anand The invite read – “Come visit my Bommai Golu on 3rd September between 530 and 730 pm”. It was created on CANVA and featured a picture of Vishnu reclining on the coils of a serpent, with Lakshmi…

By Sally Smithson Sandy hated Jane.  She hated her on sight.  Everyone in the liberal arts college where they both worked, Evergreen College, knew everybody else.  They met at a reception for the new faculty, and Sandy’s eyes glowed with…

By: Elaine Lennon Christmas is blood red. Up on the hallway ceiling I can’t help but see it without looking, even with all the hours of scrubbing and bleach and white paint to camouflage the residue. There are still traces…

By: C.A. Broadribb Theresa surveyed her herd of 600 cattle as she sat on top of a hill, sipping on a glass of wine.  Her favourite red-and-white Hereford, Dot, wandered up to nuzzle her hand. “Hello, darling,” she said, stroking…

By: Ryan Howarth He mops his stomach with a sock, gets up from his bed and goes into the bathroom. His reflection antagonises him with shame. The expression shifts to delight. He’s impressed with his physique today. In the shower…

By Rich Elliott I did not mean to take off his ear, you see. We were driving into a turn, Scorpus to the right of me, a half-length ahead. I needed to hold the inside. So I went to the…

By: Tom Ball      I said to my lover, Jane, “I will write a novel of our times. I had written a number of sci-fi of flash fiction books, short story books and a few novels and now I am…

By George Oliver 10:04 I don’t belong in here. I’m an unwelcome guest, greeted perfunctorily but never appreciated. I neither embrace nor dispel a narrative of escape, despite the possibility that I don’t have to be here.          I do belong…

By: Khemendra Kamal Kumar Round One: The Present Tears welled in Ballu’s eyes as his daughter’s name was announced. Sandhya Baldeo with a gold medal in her discipline. With the degree certificate in one hand, the gold medal in another,…

By: AJ David They say that on the night Baba Fagbemi died, freedom was born in the Ifesowapo village. It was like a caterpillar breaking free from its cocoon, a petal unfurling to bloom, a dog getting loosed and running…