Parsons was sat back in the rickety chair—astonishing it could carry his weight—feet up, Marlboro reds on the table in front of him.
'Steam' by Sam Dawson
The steam room is warm, womblike, pulsing with clouds of comforting vapour that alternately hide and then reveal the little lights discreetly set into the ceiling, whose auroras illuminate the mists of tiny hot droplets that ease her muscles, soothe her skin and, with each heated intake of breath, help cleanse her lungs. 'Steam' by Sam Dawson
'Dr Hopkins’ Tale' or 'Mr Nicholas' by Victoria Day
November had come to our small town of Plumston with its customary lack of mercy.
'Endless Halloween' by Michael Kelly
'Endless Halloween' by Michael Kelly
Everything was dark.
'Ghost Stories' by Mark Patrick Lynch
I travel a lot.
'Low Tides' by Mathew F. Riley
'Low Tides' by Mathew F. Riley
“Pass the cider, Steve, mate, there’s a good boy.”
'Report on the Death of a US Citizen' by Steve Duffy
FOR ATTENTION OF: US Ambassador ONLY
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