In a change from Saturday’s usual hooptedoodles, it feels like a good day to remember an old story. I remember writing The Endocrine Tyranny in Cape Town’s Obz Café, trying to conjure the brutalist architecture of the English Midlands, so…
In a change from Saturday’s usual hooptedoodles, it feels like a good day to remember an old story. I remember writing The Endocrine Tyranny in Cape Town’s Obz Café, trying to conjure the brutalist architecture of the English Midlands, so…
Brian had been lodging with Diana for three weeks when he walked in on her posing in the nude. Her back was to him when he walked into the living room, so his first instinct was to try to slip…
I thrill to music I’ve never heard before. That’s the beginning of this week’s hooptedoodle. The rest of it is over on the website of Constellatory Tales, who have published Diminuendo in Three letters in full. Many thanks are due…
Mr Harrison welcomed Tim into his house and had him sat down with a cup of tea and a custard cream before Tim could get his recorder out, let alone ask a question. “I’m really glad your paper decided to…
My quest to read more of the type of short stories I write continues with Rich Zwicker’s latest collection, The Reopened Cask. The cask in question is the cask that was, at least at the beginning of Edgar Allen Poe’s…
Graham was supposed to walk beside Bill, but somehow he was always half a pace behind. A brand new copper was ranked far behind a constable with twelve years on the job in his actions, so it felt right even…
It started in front of the Old Bailey. I stood on the flagstone pavement, surrounded by lawyers grabbing coffee from the street cafes. I imagined what I’d have been looking at if I’d stood there two hundred years earlier, when…
Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 Ian shot through the door and blinked at the grey light bathing the boulders below him. He grabbed his air gauge…
Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 “I’ve seen your memories. Now I’ve shown you one of mine.” Part of Ian’s mind refused to believe it, but the knowledge…
Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 The voice was silent, and Ian began to think the hallucination had passed. He felt sick when he wondered how long he’d spent…