Enigma (L'Estampe Moderne) (1898) by Henri Jules Ferdinand Bellery–Desfontaines. Original from The MET Museum. Digitally enhanced by rawpixel.
Moods and Phases, by Viktoria Dahill
We were young and the summer...
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Bunker Pete, by Amy Redmond
We called him Bunker Pete for a long time after, when he came up in conversation.
We even created...
False Teeth, by Pamela McNutt
As the doors of the lift hissed shut a limp grin hung on his face.
‘I’ve got something to show you,...
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Open Door, by Nicola Jenkin
The smell of Caribbean fish stew permeated around our cul-de-sac at the weekends.
Scents of sea and coconut milk...
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Harney County Lullaby, by Andrew Murphy
Burns, Oregon in late summer, apparently, smells like fresh-split kindling. I am three whiskey sours in and it's my mother telling me...
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The Fountain Pen Lover, by Marc Audet
For over a year, I have been in an intimate relationship with my fountain pen.
It started...
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Entangled, by Liam Hogan
The chains grow heavier every year.
The ones the midwife attaches before they cut the cord are no more than that...
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Silent Water, by Rory Milhench
Kyle peels back the west-facing curtain in his room and sees the privates at their normal positions in the square below....
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Thoughts While Slipping From a 400-foot Cliff* by Ed Ahern
*The descent would last about ten seconds, and death is assured on hitting either ground or water.
Panic, by Jessica Belton
Your burning ears are the first indication that something is wrong.
As is the beating of your heart smashing violently against...
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