His face was large. His sweat was the viscosity of milk. We removed the thing from the cubicle, then the three of us weaved our way out of Popworld.

‘Current chapter is the pros and cons of exlingulation.’ He is leaning against the door jamb like a child. ‘Removing the tongue. Might have been useful for your boss. Breaking news. He&…

I was starting to think like a long piece in The New Yorker. I developed an inner vocal fry. By the end of September, I was in dire need of fiction.

Mr Lewis was on the settee, watching Strictly on mute, listening to his music. He was in his baggy white boxers and Lou Reed t-shirt.

Josh flicks the bee off Sally’s arm. He stamps it out with the sole of his shoe.

I was in the corridor when it happened, looking at the BBC News app. An image of a crater, then Joe Biden. I went back into the room. The chair in the corner, near the French windows. Outside: tree…

I started this blog to post short stories that haven’t been published elsewhere. Some of these stories have been rejected lots of times by different magazines, but more often than not recentl…

So, here endeth my list of ‘most streamed’ songs. I didn’t choose it, but of course in a way I did.

‘I heard on the radio,’ Mum sips her coffee, ‘that inner peace is only possible if you are focused on one thing. She points one finger forward, presumably towards the one thing she is, or will be, …

‘I heard on the radio,’ Mum sips her coffee, ‘that inner peace is only possible if you are focused on one thing. She points one finger forward, presumably towards the one thing she is, or will be, …

And there we were: two freewheeling dinks. Home, I had a luxurious nap but awoke with painful sunburn.

‘I heard on the radio,’ Mum sips her coffee, ‘that inner peace is only possible if you are focused on one thing. She points one finger forward, presumably towards the one thing she is, or will be, …

‘I heard on the radio,’ Mum sips her coffee, ‘that inner peace is only possible if you are focused on one thing. She points one finger forward, presumably towards the one thing she is, or will be, …

I was pretending to be a mature student, with my man bag and crooked neck. I soon realised, though, that all the students at Edge Hill had terrible posture. It wasn’t only that they were constantly…

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And there we were: two freewheeling dinks. Home, I had a luxurious nap but awoke with painful sunburn.

Kieran Wyatt holds a degree in Creative Writing from Edge Hill University. He lives on the Fylde Coast, Lancashire. His work has been featured in The London Magazine and Best British Short Stories …