"I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing" Richard James Edwards DUB BELL by Steven Holding. POP! This shindig’s almost over....

Which Bitch? by Steven Holding. THEY CONFUSE FALLING WITH FLYING. To choose who confesses, it’s rock, paper, scissors using just the...

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." ALBERT EINSTEIN TRICK TIP by Steven Holding. ARTPARTY Invitations...

Peace and love to one and all.   UNDER THE SYCAMORE TREES by Steven Holding.        1….                                                  ...

A text received in the middle of the night from an anonymous telephone number. UNREAD LEGEND by Den Ghostliven. The hardback possesses...

LING CHI by Steven Holding. A neon sign fizzles. BLUNT CULTS. Scissors snip, hair’s sheared, small talk shared; this barbershop does its...

Thought I had a parking ticket. But it was just this, folded up and stuck to my windscreen in a cellophane envelope. Silver, Not Gold by...

Discovered this poem. Scrawled in felt tip pen. Upon the middle section of my toilet roll, as I was taking a shit. LIFE JACKET by Den...

LIFEFORCE (SEVEN STORIES : A POSTSCRIPT) BY STEVEN HOLDING.   Traditions. Heroism. The will to survive. Every year, without fail, days...

The narrowing of hours as times arrow flies … Endangered Guerrillas by Steven Holding. The jungles edge. Camouflaged shadows emerge,...

Scratched into the frost of my frozen car windscreen. I managed to decipher, transcribe and capture it before it melted away like...

Found this disturbing message, scrawled upon a slightly soiled napkin, folded up and tucked into my front right breast pocket after...

THE BARE FACTS by Steven Holding. Is it safe to shave a beast? Of the jobs the circus sideshow offers, prepping the pig-faced women’s the...

X-Mask by Steven Holding. Listen: tinsel, lists. Tin soldiers, stollen. Writing a white yuletide that no longer exists; stolen, lost....

HIPPY CHRIS METH! By Den Ghostliven. Chris limped towards the twenty-fifth, half-pints of bitterness fuelling blasphemous thoughts: JC’s...

Any regular visitors to the site (it’s nothing to be ashamed of you know, no matter what people might say or what dirty looks are fired...

HOW LEAN by Den Ghostliven. Cut yourself a razor-thin slice. Spiced squash pie; a family recipe, more ancient than paganistic Samhain....

Keen to crank things up a little. With that in mind, here’s a little scribble…. LEFT UNTURNED by Steven Holding. 1986 (10) Dave’s a lippy...

PSSSSST! PFFFFFFF! BANG! PSSSSST! PFFFFFFF! BANG! PSSSSST! PFFFFFFF! BANG! A few more examples of my flash fiction, tiny fireworks and...

“If I knew where the good songs came from, I’d go there more often.” LEONARD COHEN Bank Holiday. Chucking down. Down King Chuck. Whaddya...