'There were dozens of currents in thousands of directions, but with experience came intuition, like the magnet pull of a pigeon's beak. He sought Cynthia. In showing her the future he would prove to her his skill, and it would leave her in awe of him, and she would finally understand what he could do' - 5%, Chapter 1 Déjà Moo: A Lawnmowers, Inc. Novel by P.J Benney, 2016. Please note: This book is only available on Kindle, therefore there are no page numbers in this review. T
FULL My wife cooked dinner for us
at our old kitchen stove - just her and I.
Chicken cordon bleu
with green beans sautéed in bacon we drank cold Sauvignon blanc. Afterwards, outside in the dark,
we smoked cigars and drank wine
in the caress of the cool night.
In the shadows of our driveway,
we fucked on the hood of the car watchful for passing cars. There were stars and smiles the night was a full one. POSTCOITAL Night has fallen. She slumbers in the other room. I’m st
Grey days, gray daze, life of constant haze Chewing stale cereal of everyday bliss Locked in time, unable to win God’s praise Onward march of life, a source of malaise Clipped wings of a dove, something is amiss Grey days, gray daze, life of constant haze Always looking to the tomorrow days Years stretched before you, dropping off, abyss Locked in time, unable to win God’s praise Longing for the far-flung, your life, rephrased Cancer of nostalgia, the things you missed Grey d
Cardiff-based writer and illustrator Sarah Millman launched her comic NPC Tea last year at Thought Bubble in Leeds. She has worked freelance, both as an artist and as a writer. She has worked on a game called Master Reboot, where she plays the voice of a computer. She is also a big fan of tea and sleep. It is inspired by Final Fantasy, Pathfinder, RPGs generally. NPC Tea is about a tea shop in Cardiff run by colourful characters, such as punk orcs, high-strung elves, summonin
“So, do you like scary movies?” “Who needs scary movies when you can live them?” Sebastian forked a piece of bloody meat into his mouth. He chewed carefully and swallowed. “Maybe I’ve seen my share of them already.” Theresa Braun, Dead Over Heels Frith Books. 2016. *SPOILERS* Please note page numbers cannot be provided here as it was read in epub format. All the work is the property of Theresa Braun and I make no claims to it. In Dead Over Heels, Veronica is looking for her s
T.O. Walker is an author and illustrator of Not My Shame (Dec 2016, Singing Dragon), comic I See You (TBP in All Is Not Well anthology, 2017) and many works of art. She is an activist for mental health and will be speaking at the Drop the Disorder event in Liverpool on 7th December 2017. She has previously spoken at conferences such as the Critical Suicidology Conference 2017, WOW Chester 2017 and the Rape Crisis Conference 2016. Walker has also produced YouTube videos on top
Read Cafe Suada: Here! (all images dipslayed in this artcile are the copyrighted property of Jade Sarson) Tell me a little bit about yourself and what you do. I'm Jade Sarson, a freelance comic artist and illustrator based in Lincoln, UK. I create and publish Cafe Suada, a teastained webcomic about tea, coffee and romance. I also created For the Love of God, Marie!
‘He tears off one pearl and fucks me juicy’ (Drag, 39) ‘She stops. Gulps the smell of patties and hot pepper. The empty eye of a black doll looks back at her’ (What He Is, 144) ‘Love comes first from smell and sound and flesh connection. The child comes out of the belly and there is shit and blood and tears’ (Fix, 152) (I couldn’t pick one quote!) Come Let Us Sing Anyway By Leone Ross Peepal Tree Press. 2017. I’m in love with Leone Ross’ lines. These lines are tender and beau
First off, a big THANK YOU to all those people who have supported this site, been interviewed/published/highlighted by us and for all the love shown on social media! Our goal has always been the same: to champion creativity, indie writers and their work; to help new voices break out and spread the beautiful talent that so often doesn't breakthrough the gatekeepers and 'big boys' of the publishing industry. Thank you and keep writing, drawing, creating and being YOU. That's th
'Sometimes he fetches me a cold apple to bite on. Afterwards, I hear the apple in the corners of the house, damp from the green sea, bruised from the thing I cannot breathe through' p.108, 'Nadine' Speak Gigantular I like weird fiction. I like fiction that has one foot in reality and the other in some surreal gorgeousness that can disturb, illuminate and expose humanity for what we are: imperfect, often broken, a walking-talking-eating-fucking kaleidoscope of identities that