My grandmother regaled me with stories of William Faulkner, who lived on her street when she was a little girl. She also knew Eudora Welty from college and told me about the measures Eudora would go to just for some peace of mind or solitude in which to write. It’s enough to make me realise how good I have it when I want to slip into my office, and that I really have no excuses for slacking.
by Mendel Mire “You see now why we need your help, Father?” Jack asked. The priest wiped the vomit from his lips, surveying the carnage in the town square. Some buildings had been tossed across the street. Others obliterated entirely. The bodies of townsfolk were smeared across the rubble, like a bloody lacquer of […]
by Evan Baughfman Dr Moranis grinned as his growth ray morphed a meagre fig into a monster atop the auditorium stage. His demonstration complete, Moranis stepped beside the fruit, now the size of a Volkswagen Bug. “Imagine,” he said, “an entire village fed for days on a single piece of locally-grown food.” His investors […]
by S Jade Path Remembrance Tech’s tour group milled about. Servers wove smoothly between, offering golden, sparkling wines. The tour wouldn’t begin until the last drop was licked from their lips—but they didn’t know that. While the wine did its work, Clio chatted with several clients, subtly priming. Walk the facility, show off the […]
Enter if you dare, for The Dome is more than just a house—it’s a living, breathing entity with a will of its own.
If you’ve ever wanted to travel out of this world and explore the great solar system that is out there for the young creative mind, now’s the chance! Well, kind of. Some of the world’s luckiest writers are going to get a chance to send their writing to the moon on the Peregrine Mission in the form of a time capsule. It’ll be the ultimate option for those who want their work to be immortalised throughout time.
A reflection of the delicate balance between mind, body, and soul.
A twisted game of revenge where every choice can be your last.
Dr Janice Meyerson confronts her most perplexing case: Carol Creed, a self-mutilating patient shaped by societal demands.
A seemingly innocent family beach day takes a turn into the uncanny when they stumble upon a mystery that defies explanation.