London Calling / Strange Horizons

 Image courtesy of Kathleen Jennings

Image courtesy of Kathleen Jennings

"Like a picture on a badly tuned TV, Ingrid saw in her mind’s eye enormous, scaled feet emerge from the concrete around Camden, Wandsworth, Hackney, and nearby Tower Hamlets. As the city stood and walked, roads snapped like liquorice, and paving stones fell and shattered.
A great albino dinosaur, the city wobbled across the concrete yoke of the M25, trailing umbilical water pipes and strings of electricity pylons that danced behind it like jumping jacks ..."

Read on at Strange Horizons or hear the story read by Anea Lay on the Strange Horizons podcast

USE ONCE AND DESTROY / Persistent Visions Magazine

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"Am stumbling down tired and sucking in two cigarettes when Little Mickey looses the finger. Good smokes too, ones he’s owed me long time and figure he must’ve paid a couple of half-decent memories to get them."

Read on at https://persistentvisionsmag.com/fiction/use-once-and-destroy-philip-a-suggars

Black Milk / Disclaimer Magazine

Black Milk / Disclaimer Magazine

"Chest-meat, top-bollocks, sweater-puppies, melons, hangers, Georgie Bests, Eartha Kitts. All shapes and sizes, weights and measures. Ultimately though, "tits are just bits" as the philosopher once said, and in point of fact, once you get to know the girls you don’t really notice their chests."

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Boys Keep Swinging / Silverthought Online

"Charlie showered late like always. During the process his dick came off in his hands. He sighed and wrapped the withered stump in folds of toilet paper before tossing it into the wastebasket for the maid to throw out later ... Charlie knew he shouldn’t, but he peed in the shower. There was a brief stinging sensation and then a yellow stream sprayed out of the stump in his crotch and ricocheted down the plug."

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The Light Pours Out of Me / Everyday Weirdness

"We are back in the flat before I realise where this is going. As we reach the door, instead of opening it, you lean against it. You put your hand on the back of my neck. I slide towards you. The liquor still burns at the pit of my belly. I concentrate to focus. Your mouth is pink and full. You smile lopsidedly, pulling my head towards you. Our lips brush. My mouth tingles. Your lips are impossibly soft. I taste tequila and salt."

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