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Getting Out Of Bed Vanessa Telaro Deep down Andie wanted to see how her life would end. In her reverie, Andie was about seventeen years old. A Matter of Great Importance Des Daly A pale wintering sun was rising over a sharp ridge-backed mountain range that trailed off far into the hazy distance as Tang Shi rattled and bumped his bicycle along a narrow potholed road running through neat rowed rice fields Requiem for a hat Ryan Sirmons The greatest mark of individuality in my father’s family was their baseball caps. Everyone had one: my aunt, my father, my grandfather, my uncles. Whenever the family was together, they always wore them, indoors, outdoors, and everywhere except church. Cyber Cynic Tom Nation A full moon adorned the night sky above the city, ducking and diving silently behind grey clouds of pollution. Her gaze penetrated the steel and concrete lattice of streets below and illuminated the body of a male who identified himself only as "Archos" A Brother's Regrets Patrick Wilson "Right here!" David said.  It was a few minutes after midnight when they pulled into the gas station parking lot.  The station was closed for the night, but David's thoughts were still open. How Lucky Was That? Ian Smith A man tapped an unlit cigarette alongside me, and rattled his empty glass on the bar. I stretched forward. I was sick of having to compete for a beer. Dunkin Dreams J Brooke Dead Drunk in Dublin, set 'em up Joe, a drink, the pause that refreshes, you know, something, anything to keep my hands from shaking... Sips Piper Davenport I didn't know at the time that I met her, that she would change my life forever. When I first met her, all I could think to myself, was Huh? Where did this person come from? Mill of Passing Warmth Lakunle Jaiyesimi As if the body grows to length overnight, I roused myself from sleep one auspicious morn and discovered a startling old image of self before the mirror. Have I slept all my life? Heart Break Pass Joeseph Brooke Heart break pass, broken dreams and nightmare screams, visions of some corporate monkey drilling deep into your soul with carbide eyeballs Mother Amber C Wisniewski There are those of us who often repress the haunting memories of our childhood because our mother has violently crushed something as sacred as youth into a thousand abandoned teardrops. Goodbye Ouma Colin Harris Dear Ouma - Seven days ago I was at your cremation, and I lost two things. New Year's Eve D. A. Warren It was less than an hour away from the New Year and Morna sat alone in the darkness The Pledge Matt Alison New Year’s Eve was the night with his resolution being to quit drinking for his all around health, and he felt an uncertainty about this change. Setting up the Aquarium G David Schwartz We cleared the cobwebs from the aquarium, which sat dormant for five years. Great names like Xiphophorous maculate and Helvstoma temmincki swam through my head The Gig Alex Hay Kevin strapped on the guitar and searched around for the jack-plug socket in the amp. A voice from the back of the pub shouted something about Oasis and Wonderwall. He thought to himself -'You’re gonny hear what I want to play. Nane o’ yur Oasis shite’. Road Block Mark Cunliffe As Guy Block walked briskly across the windswept concrete square that was optimistically called a ‘piazza’ at an incredibly early hour of the day he knew that what lay ahead for him did not bode well. Block-Age Mark Cunliffe Guy Block strode through the dull corrugated roofed, glass and brick walled tube that Hopemouth University entitled a corridor with a sense of purpose. Nothing would get him down today... Abracadabra Alibash Chandran Shibu was stuck dumb when he saw Mohan standing on the doorway with that strange puppy. Its nose was glowing and moist. It was strikingly cherry-like. Canned Martin Green It was a spring evening in San Francisco in the 1960’s.   Paul Weiss had gone back to his guesthouse room after dinner, intending to work on his resume, but the sight of his cramped room seemed to drain all his energy Dora and her Mother Gabriela Davies The day that Dora was born was the happiest day in her mother’s life. Everyone; family, friends, neighbours, and even the birds that lived in the trees had come to see the birth of the new baby girl. Love Story: A Narrative Amber C Wisniewski It is 5:30 a.m. and my husband lies alone in our bedroom unaware of my absence. I cannot sleep. How could I possibly think about closing my eyes when every image I see is so disturbing that I am driven to nightmares? Handis George Sparling The next day made a grand jump cut for Ralph and Kathy. We usually swallowed our medications at night, and then the sleep of the dead. The following day either faded in or made a transition to the next. But we never knew for certain. That was the tao of handis, a portmanteau word for craziness. Can't Wait Charles Mulberry One morning in mid-April when a heinous cold front from the northern United States finally finished a week long refrigeration campaign on the South, the sun shone brighter and hotter than anyone in Murfreesboro, Tn could have ever hoped. Wingmen John Whalen We were approaching the coast just below Vinh only twenty minutes after leaving the carrier Franklin D. Roosevelt (CV-42) on duty in Yankee Station. For weeks we had been hitting the docks of Haiphong and the other ports of North Vietnam and there was scarcely a target left. The Perils of Illiteracy Shobha Nagendran The brown cow was either suicidal or grossly illiterate. How else to explain why she did not take heed of the name calligraphically etched upon the granite slab affixed to the gate post? Bubble of my Heart Lalita Kakanadan My Thursdays are colourful… Coz I see you on all Thursdays… Coz I see you only on Thursdays I Died Lakunle Jaiyesimi I died! Pitifully sprawled. She warned me! Resting breathless at the crossroad. It was a familiar spot I had passed much too often, when I still had my body. The Sepulcher Lakunle Jaiyesimi Are words thrown up, like mines, from relegated sepulchers in the manner of whispers heavier than the songs of heroes? Vinegar In The Salad Mark Cunliffe Nina Bale stood by the window in the office and looked out across London’s docklands. It was 1987 and it was her year. She could feel it in her bones, Uncle Pringle and the Mob Martin Green “I hear you talk about your Uncle Pringle,” he said.   “He has many connections. I wonder if he can help me?" An Honourable Act Mark Cunliff's spook story Harry trudged bitterly up the marble steps of the imposing house and pressed the buzzer. It was gone eleven at night, he was tired and his feet hurt. Our Man in Africa Mark Cunliffe The jeep bounced along the dirt road sending Harry up from his seat and back down again with a crash. His stomach was not happy about this. Frit Linda Regan ‘Don’t Put Your Daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington!’ Isn’t a phrase that resounded around our house, in the year when I reached five. Nina’s Near Miss Diana Bretherick Nina sat back on her heels and surveyed her handiwork. In all of her eight years she did not think that she had seen a finer example of a sandcastle. Pictures Andrea Ledbury It started with a tiny spark and within minutes proliferated into gigantic, roaring flames Seeds of December Karen Maxwell Seeds of winter are alive in Montauk.  You can hear them under your boots; easy to confuse with small tree branches or bones rising from the deceased. The Tennis Match Martin Green Little did I know that the mixed doubles tennis match I was a part of would signal the end of an era for our suburban tennis club Heatwave Carolyn Hughes Sirens were blaring, red and orange and yellow flames soared into the sky, and thick black smoke was turning day into dusk. Bulldozers were demolishing trees in the path of the fire No Honesty In Death Mark Cunliffe There was a dead body waiting for Harry in Prague. All in all he’d had better welcome parties. Fragments by Diana Bretherwick Diary entries prior to predicted extinction level event circa 2008. - April 20th Still Life Mark Robinson - survivor And the skies above the City bleed down upon the earth its overcast haze. Quiet below, sinking beneath the mist, a stale darkness pervades. With streets aloof, atom-bomb atonic. Seeing Nothing Linda Regan Most nights Albert was distracted from his television or radio listening because of the outbursts of fighting in the grounds below. Southsea Sundays 1907 Laura Patrica Every Sunday, after lunch, Donald Wickens called at 211 Albert Road for Miss Hattie. The Perrita, The Darkest Man J Alan Billstrom The Yuma did not bring a guitar with him to Cuba because he wanted to buy a Cuban guitar Bakery Story Mark Swann Where the hell did those bastards come from? Other people? Dead people? Lost animal souls looking for a new burrow? Combinations of these perhaps. Oh well. How deep is the well? Deep, not deep enough for some people. Ambulance Chaser Greg Jacob   “DOA.”  Jim stated flatly.  “No need to rush.  We have to wait for CSU to finish up before we can go in.” Lactose Intolerance Ross Merriam Mitch is always going on about how much he hates his job and how much he wants to leave. In the Lift Tara L Clark 'This is no big deal.' Jerry mumbled to himself while clutching his briefcase Celebrity - Anonymous Mark Robinson ' Hello. My name’s Gemira and I’m a celebrity.’ A chorus of hellos droned up from the circular continuum of equi-distant set plastic chairs; the voices all rhinestones, hoop earrings, tight-fitting, size-zero clothes, foundation, fake breasts and designer stubble. Ashes of Old Fires Thomas Healy Sabonis relit the stub of a cigar he had started smoking this afternoon then followed his Irish setter around the corner to Raphael Park Life's Little Annoyances Martin Green The car that zipped in front of you to take the last space in the parking lot;  the lady at the supermarket check-out who had to write a check for her purchases The One Gemma Ayres The moment I saw him, I knew. He was the one I am Godfree Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra A Love Letter Suzanna Brooksbank Atomic Dream David Tavernier disintegrates Meeting Water Tolu Ogunlesi under fire in Lagos Bloodline Nick Walker The Ballad of the Lonely Cowboy Jennifer York The King of the Dustmites Mary Wilson - are you in my notebook? Whispering October David Tavenier You'll never see him coming Rosebush David Tavernier The Pig Hole William Starr Moake's adventure in the Everglades Ruby Moon The whore, the hitman and Hawaii Bill Moake The Adman & Olga Martin Green NY '63 The Lament of the Freelancer The horror of the blank page Brodie Parker Spire Brodie Parker - Kill the Monster A Very Darling Christmas Sarah Richardson My Mother Was A Sex-Crazed Pill Popper Alan M Danzis Flint - Bringing the Past to life Alex Hillman Lum Luc Hue -The Life of a Vietnam taxi driver Black Roots and A Red Heart Bonnie Nish Levitation Richard Meyer Torah,Torah, Torah Richard Meyer Purgatory Douglas N Kimball Missing Time Roger Duncan can't stand the white lights Rendered Roger Duncan on the streets at night Lost Jeanette Harris Murmurings of Return Richard Meyer on USA 1967 The Ark Mary Wilson down on the farm What I want to be when I grow up Tolu Ogunlesi on being a poet Symbols and Democracy Kane X Faucher All the same Will Carpenter is having an identity crisis Whiskey Walking M. Blake - about the man at your door Curve Erica J Thinesen - Going Bi-Polar Cigarettes Mary Wilson "Need some help there, little lady?" The Tennis Boom Martin Green and the swingers The Elevator Sam Barnes Shopping with temptation The Girl in the Baseball Cap John Ludlam Betrayal and the doorman Ice Cream David Tavernier - a tale of three parts Wild, Delicious, Dead Phil Mershon investigates a squeaky clean girl Part Two begins here Hot Gossip John Bradshaw down the pub Teacher's Power Trip Gemma Williams in the classroom Paying The Bills Martin Green Never enough Jack Ruby Jim Parks 'That guy Jack Ruby you used to talk about - he just shot Oswald'.

Secrets From The Dust Warren Hamilton The pang pang gooks all laughed as their several tiny fingers raced over the bushes, plucking at the wild riberries, which were fat with juice. The girl that they sometimes called Snake-woman-child, darted in and out of the scrub with an athletic ease It isn’t Going to Rain Tessa Foley Seventies furniture. It's always an issue for me. I'm appalled by it. I never understood the idea of a room in brown slash beige oblique orange that might impress the neighbours Five get me into Trouble Claire Holland Four days after my ninth birthday, my parents moved house and so did I. And my little world fell apart. Lost in the Clouds Des Daly Alvaro Lorca was conceived in the silence of the Osier woods that run along the undulating valleys of the Sierra Albarracin. His father boasted that he was sure to follow his footsteps and become a master Osier cutter Mene's Song Dike Okoro Port Harcourt had been restless for weeks. Reporters from Europe and the U.S. thronged the international airport at Alu, just a few miles from the notorious Catch-Fire prison yard where the renowned environmentalist and fiction writer, Mene, languished in detention Conversations With the Trees Karen Maxwell We pushed off from the side of the lake with Jonathan’s strong arms and his paddle extended onto the shore line. We paddled into the center on our way, to cross over, to the other side. I sat straight with the paddle in my hands grasp. In the Redwoods Mike Blake on the Californian Road The moon was out that night – if not full, then close to it – and it shed a silver-white light down over the trees and the bank of the river. It was a wide, rushing river that we had crossed by a long wooden bridge to the flat, open bank (if you could call it that) where we settled for the night. The Coconut Tree Kiran It must have been less than a year since Uncle passed away. Oil Slick Richard Corwin Whatever it was that popped up into Lake Wanautta, like a bubble, Terry was startled, mesmerized and watched from his kitchen window as the mysterious thing floated and bobbed, Love Games Mark Cunliffe It was a crisp September morning with the summer sun still hanging in the air, abetted with the nice breeze that signified that autumn was round the corner. It was 1974, and Wendy Lampkin stepped off the train at Hopemouth station Love Games Chapters Three & Four Chasing Wendy - She was a phantom of delight Chopping Block Marc Cunliffe "That was fantastic," she said, pleasing Guy. "Much better than last time." Homecoming Elizabeth di Grazia The bedroom is shadowy. The bundle, a snail swaddled in yellow flannel, curls into my chest. We rock. A homemade quilt lies at the edge of the crib, its outline visible through the slats. Against one wall the silhouette of not yet opened infant toys propped on white shelving. Life and Death Kiran Kannappan Suma was looking gorgeous in her new white Kanchivaram saree with dark green border, as she was being slowly led to the mane (Dais) by her sister-in-law. A Brush with the Law James Matthews The burly youth waved a piece of broken stick at Ana. They were down a side street of La Boca, a touristy enclave of Buenos Aires in the middle of a run-down neighbourhood. She was cornered. Horse Business Marc George Summer was coming and for the first time I wasn't looking forward to it. I thought I was still being punished but mam said not to be silly. I was to be sent to Jacks The Dagger by Subimal Misra Translated from Bengali by V Ramaswamy Someone called out from behind: Hooeey Sudas! Where’re you goin pal? He didn’t look back. The dead body still hung from that tree branch, feet bound, head downwards. The Vampire's Garden Natalie Tehrani The garden was silent and still. Moonlight seeped across the grass, a dark velvet sea, soft and seductive to my bare touch. Each blade of grass caressing my skin gently as I walked. Chinese Syndrome Joseph Guderian is drilling for oil Hank Croix walked out of the pharmacy mumbling to himself when he couldn’t get a refill on his prescription for sleeping pills. He was told he’d have to wait until the doctor returned to the drilling camp next week. Red Saturday Josh Bensen It’s one of those Saturday mornings where I am perfectly content on be woken up by the white hot light of the sun blasting through my cracked window shades. Sleep is great but I am roused by the sun itself. L'hymne national d'Elodie (Elodie’s national anthem) Graham Stull Building Block Mark Cunliffe Eddie Cochran once sang of love as being a journey built on ‘Three Steps To Heaven’; 'Step one - you find a girl to love Step two - she falls in love with you...' Round The Block Mark Cunliffe "Wouldn’t you agree Prof. Block?" How would he know. Guy Block hadn’t been listening. Parental Block Mark Cunliffe There comes a time for everyone when you have to meet someone you used to know. The very fact that there are billions and trillions of people in this world and that you do not meet them all yet continue to meet the same people, the blasts from the pasts is an odd one. But that is what we do. Kids on the Block Marc Cunliffe Guy Block groaned in despair at another start to another week. He leant out from his slumber and hit the snooze button The Thief of Bottles Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra Once my father owned an auto-body shop in a wooded area in the district of Agdal, Rabat, Morocco. The shop had two dusty windows and a little light, grayed by this dust At Gun Point Maryann Webb Natasha Grant swooped into her 1999 Ford Fiesta, slammed the door, and started the engine all in one fluid motion. Block and Tackle Mark Cunliffe It is often said that two is company Three however leads you into deep trouble. Anniversary Block Mark Cunliffe If marriage is an institution, then it must be the only one that celebrates its incarceration each year. It was Guy Block’s wedding anniversary. The Passion of Nino De Jesus Dean Borok (extract) Niño de Jesus frequently had marveled at the fork lift truck on his way to work and one day, when the proprietor had left the gate unlocked, he snuck in for a closer look. Climbing up the ladder on the side and peering into the control booth, he noticed that they had left the key in the ignition. After all, one might reason, who would steal such a monster? Only a crazy man! Andrew on the Bus Julia Gordon Andrew was taking a test. He chewed his pen anxiously and looked over his shoulder. Trial by remorse Carolyn Hughes ‘Until the boy or girl who did this owns up,’ said Mrs Hill, ‘the whole class will stay in and miss playtime School Dinners Emma Callan I feel like a pigeon, tottering tentatively into the dining room. Nothing prepares you for this. De Rode Molen Diana Goss Waiting in front of the big red Windmill at the Piet Mondrian exhibition at the National Gallery I failed to realise how much power that magical motherly shape still held over me. The Pleasures of Life Julia Gordon It was midday and I was sitting around my house in my underwear reading John Updike. This experience gave me an incredible sense of pleasure. Here’s The Hitch Max Slachter Some people hitchhike because they have to. Real hitchhikers. They can’t afford a Greyhound bus or they don’t have a license, they have no friends or family who will give them a lift Oceans Rose Richard Corwin The tropic night air was heavy with humidity that hung like thick motor oil in every breath. When combined with the stillness and eerie darkness, it gave the river a mood as if it were the end of the world. Mayor Keynes In Punta del Este Excerpt from novel in progress "A Symphony of Fear" by Dean Borok No smoking gun was ever discovered with the mayor’s fingerprints on it, and as the flood of nebulous accusations and innuendo cascaded daily in the newspaper and media reports, he ceaselessly insisted that he was the victim of a right-wing smear job The Suitcase Claire Holland Charlotte’s birthday dawned warm and sunny: the sky an innocent early autumn blue, the day she packed the suitcase The Virus Lisa Timmermann Kit got out of her car and immediately felt like killing someone when she saw Jonathan sitting on the stairs with her nemesis Hidden Lisa Timmerman Stories. I used to think they are a part of this world, of reality. Now I realize they are only a means to make you feel better about yourself Hysteria Tessa Foley You won’t feel a thing. Not a thing. I was one of the first to have the operation. Streets Linda Waltenberger Kelly's stomach was in jumbles. The knots and gnarls hurt, twisted and pulled. Her insides were about to jump through her skin and there would be nothing she could to prevent it A Long Night in the Old Town. Robert Hillum She would be there on the stage singing a slow 30’s croon in a harsh rasping voice that aches with sexual desire. A red dress maybe, tight and close to the skin, The Son Is Crying Max Slachter I have some happy memories of train journeys. They are of slow trips into the city during school break with my mother, Ghostal Regions Dean Borok (Extract from Symphony of Fear) The world of dreams is an eternal infinite universe inside each person... driven by the unformed expression of neurotic impulses and sexual repressions of the dreamer Havelock Gets His Fortune Told Dean Borok Still holding the dregs of his drink in his hand, Havelock Jones waded through the Halloween party in the direction of the fortune teller. Paulette's Reverie (excerpt from "A Symphony of Fear") Dean Borok Paulette regarded herself critically in the full-length mirror of her bedroom, still trying to decide if it was absolutely essential for her lingerie to match her street clothes. Tiger By the Tail Marc Cunliffe He ran as fast and as hard as he could but there was no escaping the fact that he was a dead man racing towards an early grave. Paradise Lost Des Daly We arrived a little early for Theo’s party and were shown into an ante-room that led off from the highly polished marbled floored hallway Uncle Pringle and the Stalker Martin Green The first inkling I had of the problem was when my friend Al Abrams called.  The Raving Zombie Killers David Tavernier Oh my God were these two dudes crazy. Two rednecks from southern Alabama who carried nothing but a pair of shotguns and a double bladed axe and a sword. Mrs Fletcher Eric V. Neagu "Can’t be," said the woman with that same confidence that had made the doctor question himself on previous visits. The Great Beyond Chapters 1 & 2 Brodie Parker in the afterlife... Great Beyond - Chapter Three Brodie Parker - picking up styx Great Beyond - Chapter Four Brodie Parker in the cold black dark Great Beyond - Chapter Five The Sword above my head Great Beyond - Chapter Six Confusion and a vision Great Beyond - Chapter Seven Shrugg is set a task. Find him or else The Great Beyond - Chapter Eight Learning to live or die by the sword The Great Beyond - Chapter Nine Mark Twain has some advice The Great Beyond Chapter Ten The Revenge begins The Great Beyond Chapter Eleven Battle Commences The Great Beyond Chapter Twelve Flee to safety The Great Beyond Chapter Thirteen The Gray Area The Great Beyond Chapter Fourteen Back to Reality Great Beyond - Chapter Fifteen Alive again Great Beyond - Chapter Sixteen Alaskan Storm Great Beyond - Chapter Seventeen The Gathering Army Great Beyond - Chapter Eighteen Slaughter Great Beyond - Chapter Nineteen Penultimate Chapter Brodie Parker's serialised novel about life after death is here - only in Hackwriters Goddess Gary Glauber on a romantic lost cause Gretchen- Queen of Nightmares Sidi Benzahra - she's dead sexy The Snake House Sidi Benzahra | Hate Drives a Mercedes Benz Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra A Tale of a Singer and his Lover Punkerslut Soldier to Life's Battles Punkerslut Exile in Buenos Aires William Moake Running Away Anne Benjamin The Story of a Girl Rita Sidhu (Fiction A Sweetened Memory Richard Meyer Lush Life Authur Blake needs a drink or two... A Man Outside Authur Blake on the streets The Temple: Going Native Mary Wilson Ninety-Five Steps to Paradise Eric D Knapp Mutiny Paul H Schnaars on a journal of space madness Gramps 117 and fading fast Brodie Parker Driving Home Bonnie Nish and a search for a birthplace The Lost Books of the Bible G David Schwartz on the process of creating the bible Oakland in Black and White David Tavernier "Empty out yer pockets and gimme yer wallet kid," he had said. Black Buffalo Woman Jeffrey Beyl This pain told him that he was still alive - the prophecy of his vision had not been fulfilled. Zwolf the wonder dog David Tavernier - about a dog who could save marriages... The Gingerbreadman and Cheese Phil Mershon "It's the Feds, Park, hundreds of 'em' A Babershop Conversation David Tavernier if you want to hear a little personal truth, I've never once had a haircut I liked A Gazelle is an Antelope Daniel Thant is not feeling well... Aging Angry Young Man • Colin James Haslett 'Mostly I’ve been the kind of person who walks around wanting to punch shiny, happy people right in the pie hole THAT DAY • James Carey takes a road trip to nowhere UNFORGETTABLE • Richard Meyers in the ballroom

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The Shotgun Incident Daniel Thant - protecting the one you love House of the Sun William Starr Moake in Hawaii Hotel Tajikistan Larry Thompson & a piano player Day One Gabriel Ricard: the first day of Ninth Grade Pod's Luc Helen Weston Short Story of the year -2003 The Curse of the Swiss Chocolate Tax Terence Kumpf Deception Robin Slick a story about lust and trust in a marriage Song Bird Deflated Heather Neale The Ostrich & the Fog Jeffrey Beyl Circus Girls Zaak Fresh The Swing Janice Slater playing with tigers A Fallen History Judy Randano on being a klutz My Brilliant Game Plan Justin Jacob ' rules of attraction' Jennifer Sam North '...I need your help, now. ' Estrella Skeeze Whitlow The Sisters whispered that she was touched by tongues of the Holy Spirit. Daddy's Little Girl Learn's To Drive Mary Matsumoto The Suicide's Dog J. N. Krause A typical lower class morning D. G. Harris About a Dog Dominic H gets a ransom note Me-Child Warren Vanderpool on spectres Sundays in Vancouver with dog Sam North The Prophet of The Night Warren Vanderpool Just Sit there and do Nothing Kira Pirofski The Great Pretender Warren Vanderpool's horror story Rainy Nights in New York Smitha Parigi The Whole Truth Amy Chan

A Stranger in Sweden Sidi Benzahra and stolen kisses Woman with Hoofed Feet Sidi Benzahra The Woman with hoofed feet - part two Sidi Benzahra on lust and revenge Happening Simon Walker - What is Art? Good Afternoon, Miss Garsha Marcia Mascoli has singing lessons A Regular Day (behind the bar) Jeffrey Beyl Human Puzzle Heather Neale Meesha was sick, Charlie knew it. 'Love - Nothing' Malina Sarah Saval She had it down cold, that thing that made people fawn The Haunted Dog Marcus Destorm - Notes from Seacliffe Police Headquarters Next Christmas Will be Different Kristi Siegel The Power of Nothing Robbin Yager 'To be still was impossible for her. They weren't living with a ghost...' Between The Lines Will Bombs drop on Vancouver? Bonnie Nish Jess Linda Spendley "Well Jess," he said, when he was finally able to speak, "that's it. It's all over." Cold - A Squatter's Tale Punkerslut Improper Strangers Joseph Grant What Goes Around... Amy chan A Tale of a Love Apart Punkerslut The Bonfire Jim Curtiss on love across boundaries Driving Up the Malaysian Peninsula  Zia Zaman “Can we,” I ask, stalling, “stop somewhere and get a drink?” My First Kiss Sidi C Benzahara Public Bath Joe Sinclair in Japan Spink Sam Hawksmoor

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Hard 17 • David Whelan We take a very dim view of any and all forms of cheating. Long Haired Disasters - • Heather Neale on mother/ daughter/ boyfriend relationships Reconciliation -watch your back on the road • Thom Gabladon F-18 Breaking Down The Walls Of Heartache • Alex Hay UNCLE SAMMY • Robin Slick meets 'The Candyman'. KING A dog and a very devoted owner. • Christine Wieser BENDING SPOONS • D.M. Hendricks a shared realization that the universe is much, much more than they previously imagined. HOLIDAY (Romance) • D.M. Hendricks Lost, until I met you. It was how I met you. THE REDEMPTION CENTRE • Judy Radano “Wouldn’t that cut crystal ash tray look nice in the living room?” she would ask BOY WITH A FISHING POLE • C. J. Spataro It’s the boy from the dock. Two summers ago THE GRAPHIC DESIGNER • Harry Dade - She smoked the same way you did; incessantly, ONE DAY • Robin Black In another life, he might have been my love. CANON in D • James Burnett He tells me to quit trying to get loose; there’s no escape.

THE BONE WHITTLER Nathan West We're doin' this one step at a time, son; there's no fancy schmancy Tokyo assembly linefor this kind of work." LANDSCAPES GREAT AND SMALL Karel Sloane I have no answers, I just ask questions. THE RABBIT GOD Jeremy Young Paul had developed a keen understanding of the female mind. VIETNAM WAR STORY Robert Flynn 'I just stood there in a stupor unable to move or think FLAT LINE ON A CLIFFTOP Matt Fallize I have only just remembered that my brother tried to kill himself WEST OF WORLD August 02 Story of the Month Christopher Daniels She had not told any other students, as far as he knew. Of course, she might have. BANGKOK LOVE HAPPY Summer Fiction alt choice Kelvin Mason Pinyo pulls Harry close, snuggles into his neck. HIDDEN DISPARITY Robert Cooper September 2002 Story of the month She wasn’t in the mood for anything much, even conversation was proving difficult tonight, THE DROUGHT • Veronica L. Harryman ... she could see the brittle, wheat-colored wasteland that used to be her garden. The Blue Why Esther Lydall 'You can't touch me, I'm underage.'

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The WHITE SHACK • Sidi C. Benzahra I decided to confront my fear and go to the white shack - see all that blood and gore. FIFTY-TWO WHITE THIRTY-SiX BLACK • Amy Chan ... a flash of nubile, female thigh or a snugly encased bottom would be far from convivial to maintaining a chaste and celibate, male state of mind.

An Alternate Reality • Robin Slick There are times I wonder if he’s even real. If he could possibly be the man I believe him to be. Obsessions • Colin Todhunter in India He had met a woman in the hotel, and was totally mad about her

BRUTALLY HONEST HARDWARE • Kelvin Mason THE EX • Sam North ain't bitter at all... POLICE TALK • Joerg Liesgang HAPPY • Joerg Liesgang HEAVEN (under the attic)• Joerg Liesegang SOCK HORROR • Jess Wynne BUS-BOY • Kevlin Mason FESTIVAL • John Prohaska BUTTERFLY RAGE• Len Rely LUCKY STAR • Ali Shaw is tongue tied SARA COMES TO CALL • Sam North NEW YORK STORIES • Sam North WHAT NOW? • Oliver Moor JACOB • Stuart Macdonald CLUBLIFE• Kezia Richmond EYE OF THE STORM • Stuart Macdonald DISCONNECTED • Greg Farnum LIFE SUPPORT • Nathan Davies BOSTON LIFE • Chris Dellapenda SMILE IN A SUPERMARKET • Chris Dellapenda MEN ARE KILLERS • Glen Kenner PERFECT SEX? • David Rutherford THREE ROSES • Aaron Bone RATS • Aaron Bone Paranoid ME? • Sam North MAN AND WIFE • Nathan Davies ROSIE • James Skinner BLACK DRESS • Valerie Collins (award winner) A NEW GAME • Jon Nicholas THE CHANCER • Maggie Pishneshin MAKING FRIENDS IN NEW YORK • Sam North WAR STORY - • Chris Morgan- still searching for Bin Laden A CAPE COD MOMENT • Zia Zaman THE MAKING AND BREAKING • Amy Chan -a first chapter VICKIE • A first chapter THE BONE WHITTLER• Nathan West ADVERSE CAMBER • Mark Bass in India TERRY AND JIMMY ROUND LUNCHTIME • Kevin Brunt KEROUAC GETS THE THUMBS UP • Colin Field LIFECHOICE • Walter Roberts on cloning DAYBREAK • Helen J Weston SUNDAYS IN BELGIUM Esther Loydall Excuse me, but aren't you Marcel D'Agneau? • Sam North .... no one is immune to a lapse of memory. The Search For Potato Sausages • Loretta A. Stradley "I know you are never going to believe this but I am being followed." Newton's First Law of Conspiracy "But we wouldn’t really harm innocent children, would we?" A Poetic Nightmare • Bonnie Nish self-profile Rising from an inner source ... steeped and brewed

THE SUN RISING • Oliver Moor -Revenge THE PHONE • Hazel Marshall - Misdial SOUTHERN COMFORT • David Jester TWELVE TIMES MATHEW • Joerg Liesgang BEDTIME • Joerg Liesgang WISH • Joerg Liesegang SUPERHERO • Nathan Davies THE PRIEST • Aaron Bone THE FORTUNE TELLER • Sam North ELLA - The real story • Finn Clarke ANOTHER BREAK • Finn Clarke THE BUSINESS TRIP• G. N. Harris THE BATHROOM• Jon Mitchell TWO SHORT PLANKS • Alex Coman THE FOUR MAGDALENES • Alex Coman MILK • Alex Coman THIS WAY LIES MADNESS • John Prohaska DECONSTRUCTING DREAMSCAPES • Jess Wynne WRITER'S TIPS • Michael Levy WRITING WITHOUT STYLE • Joseph E Wright EDITORS FROM HELL • Michael Levy Sellout or Stay Pure • Michael Levy How To Start A Novel • James Skinner on the terror of page one BAD BOYS • Angus Macaulay YOU CAN CALL ME AL • Sam North AT HOME • Stuart Macdonald A LIKELY STORY • Nathan Davies THERAPY SESSIONS • Greg Harris USED CARS • Barry Paton DOGS • John Prohaska BUMPS IN THE NIGHT • Jim Johnson LOCAL CELEBRITY • Oliver Moor NIGHT AND DAY • Oliver Moor THE COMMUTER • Ian Bowie WIDDECOMBE DAY • Sam North WINDOW SHOPPING • Brenda Townend Hall PARABLE OF THE BEREAVED KITTENS • Amy Chan IN THE BEGINNING • Jim X THE CHILD MOLESTER AND THE SEA • Sidi Cherkawi Benzahra I LOVE LUCY • Valerie Collins G. W. F. HEGEL• Ray Pettas BREAK • Nathan West POISON KISS - • Colin Todhunter THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA Joe Tortomasion a whiz and a breeze A TALE OF TWO WOMEN • Colin Todhunter TWO GHOSTS • Sidi Benzahra

JUNIOR FICTION

HOLLY Jayne Sharatt (Complete e-novel) A spooky adventure for ages 10-15 Zwolf the wonder dog David Tavernier - about a dog who could save marriages... THE MOUSE THAT WOULD BE KING • Joanna North For kids 4-7 MORE FICTION IN FIRST CHAPTERS

Escape from Mauswitch For those kids who don't have a nice day The Cricket Bat J.Vinay A young boy desperately needs a cricket bat Papillonia & Rowena Tariq Adam Swing Janice Slater Phoebe's too scared to come out of her room Hootenkamun Tales from the Chrysenthalis Forest (For kids)

HISTORICAL FICTION

END OF AN AGE • Hazel Marshall THE HISTORY MAKER • Oliver Moor MAYFLmayOWER- ALL HANDS LOST • Sam North WHAT DO VAMPIRES DREAM? • Hazel Marshall THE WOODCUTTER • Finn Grant THE LONE STAR KID • Kelvin Mason THE INSIDERS • Kelvin Mason on Zimbabwe prisons SAN FRANCISCO 1906 • Bonnie Nish

SPANISH DREAMS • James Skinner battle tales CELESTIAL VISIONS • Hazel Marshall looks up GOLIATH • Jim Johnston - no stone unturned MAKE PEACE • Joerg Liesegang OTTO'S LAST RUN • Joerg Liesegang THE FIRING LINE • Kelvin Mason PUNJAB's GIFT • Paul Haines THE BARN • Greg Farnum SOLDIERS • Greg Farnum

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