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The Maenad
Eliza Robertson
‘She feels the wildness enter her and keeps her eyes shut.’ New fiction from Eliza Robertson.
The Inheritance
Amelia Gray
‘The bag was full of fresh dogshit. The note attached read For my children and theirs.’
The Threshold
Oliverio Coelho
‘In the not-too-distant future, all men would be on their feet, reduced to wearing out their soles on the streets.’
The Weak Spot
Sophie Mackintosh
‘There was a certain kind of teenage girl who would relish not just the killing, but the trophy taking, choosing a tooth and using the pliers herself.’
Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
Kathleen Collins
‘It’s the year of “the human being”. The year of race-creed-color blindness. It’s 1963.’
Potted Meat
Steven Dunn
‘My cousin is an artist. He says, You draw some good knives but you still need to work on your stab wounds.’
Interior: Monkeyboy
Patrick Flanery
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’
