Call for short stories and poetry – now open! Urban Pigs Press have once again searched the neighborouring farms for a guest Editor to join us at the trough. This time we’ve been lucky …

All the Sweet Prettiness of Life by Cody Sexton The past is never as dead as it looks. Colin's review I whizzed through this graphic short story from the mind of Cody sexton, in about 40 minutes. A ve...

“You'll find it easier if you don't think about them. Forget they're here.” * The apartment shone bright white. Smooth, curved lines. Pristine surfaces. Soothing lights. Safe. Spacious. Anything w...

Sticky tiles clutched my soles. Nobody should have to stay here longer than five minutes. But how was it fast food if they took this long? What was even the point beyond ten minutes? The impulse was d...

Grandpa asked me to sit with him on the front porch. He fingered a dip out of the tin and stuffed it in his lower lip. The sun flared in the dark blue sky as a hawk soared overhead. It was too hot, an...

Urban Pigs Press is now open for submissions in short and flash fiction ranging from 500 words to 2500 max. To celebrate our first book release we are looking for stories relating to the above call "L...

‘The Instructor’ sizes me up: big, sallow face incongruous behind a pair of bright blue eyes that are grotesquely enlarged by the thick lenses of a pair of heavy framed spectacles. Twin TV screens...

The arrangement regarding domestic chores had always been this: I took care of the outside and my wife, fondly known as Cheeky by most, was responsible for the inside. And that worked for years, until...

Samuel’s television replayed the shaky mobile phone footage that had, by now, been seen across the world. It showed a sunny part of the English countryside, earlier that day. A young man, later iden...

The writer crouches in a dumpster in a nondescript alley in Brooklyn, hunkering beneath a hot and sticky and seeping mound of used condoms, eggshells, grapefruit rinds, syringes, coffee filters full o...

The following story might reflect badly on me again. One of my "misdeeds" from my early childhood might defend me though.    In my hometown, a major construction project began, and the long out of ...

Gunselle smashed a lofty drive off the ninth tee at Harding Park, brown hair bouncing in sunshine as she posed for the trailing foursome. An ear splitting wolf-whistle escaped a birdbrain’s lips. Sh...

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The doors swiftly shutter behind me as I thank the driver and shuffle my way down the bustling bus to find an empty seat.  The bus smells stale and wet as the rain pelts the roof; the metal clank dul...

She’s in bed, slowing herself down to one breath per five Mississippi’s. Wants to make the room disappear/reappear/disappear behind her closed eyelids, so it looks just like dusk through a black s...

I started writing seriously in high school after reading several of Stephen King’s novels; I got hooked on Horror at the tender age of…