With Father’s Day just around the corner, here are some books that might appeal to the dad in your life!

A gathering of recent speculative flash & micro fiction, each presenting a tiny-yet-powerful universe. How tiny? About one-thousand words for flash; four-hundred words for micro. The word count…

And a Few Thoughts About The Long Walk

Mr Hyun lived down the hall, he was elderly and had arthritis so I’d cook him meals (he offered to pay, but given that I’d been cajoled into spying on him it was the least I could do). Everyone knew a...

Paralysis means Death

Mr Hyun lived down the hall, he was elderly and had arthritis so I’d cook him meals (he offered to pay, but given that I’d been cajoled into spying on him it was the least I could do). Everyone knew a...

I was trying to find Taco Charlie’s. I couldn’t remember it. I wanted to remember it. Taco Charlie’s existed in my childhood, with my mother and father and the golden retriever and car and ranch house…

This story won the SmokeLong Summer Standalone Flash competition—congratulations! I know you (like me) are a SmokeLong Fitness groupie. What prompt did you write this story for (if any)? What feedback...

The fat man could move. Given he were a fat shite you’d a not picked him for pace, but he had jets like. He leapt the back fence, a big timber job, like a pregnant gazelle. A fucken mystery of the wil...

The Gimp Box I lay in my apartment worrying about death and worrying that my constant worrying would eventually manifest in my sickness and death. So, when I saw a job ad looking for a “big guy” who w...