Did someone say it’s International Short Story Month…?

Do you know what shit’s going down this month? Dudes? Do ya? In a month that apparently includes “STAY UP ALL NIGHT” day, “ROOT CANAL APPRECIATION” day and the most fantastic “CHICKEN DANCE” day, it’s only bloody well International Short Story Month as well. And do you know what this means? Dudes? Do ya? It means that I want to hear your best short story recommendations. They can be stories you’ve written, stories by other people you love, stories that just don’t have a home to go to so you felt sorry for them and took them in. I’ll start…

A moving experience

It’s been a weird week. It’s been packing and unpacking and cleaning and recleaning. It’s been shouting with letting agents and smooching with them. I’ve been stressed as a nervous hamster wired on coffee. But I think I’m coming out the end of it now and thank fuck for that. They say that moving house is one of the most stressful things to do. Bar marriage. Bar divorce. Bar adopting a feral albino skunk. This was the eleventh move in as many years. A move where it turned out I didn’t move. It turned out I just packed everything into…

Shhh… It’s only more free shit

*Shhhh* Don’t you be a-telling nobody, now. This is just between you and me, right? I mean, you and me, like, you and me and the rest of the entire internet, right? The internet is ok. The internet knows how to keep a secret. Just ask Twitter. But other than that, we’re all hush-hush, right? Pinky finger… PINKY FINGER! Good. Because I’ve got to tell you, I’ve only gone and put more free shit up for you to read. Remember Me first appeared in The Alarmist Magazine – a beautifully stunning concoction of the weird and the dark. You should…