Fiction

The first time I cooked crack I was doing somebody a favour. Well, no, that’s not strictly true. The first time I watched  crack being cooked, I was helping somebody out.   When you work in a shop, people come and go. You get high schoolers who work weekends only to make some extra cash. You get those who jump from job to job, never finding a place to settle down. And you get people who come one day, work a week, then vanish as though they’d never existed to begin with. In sh

Once again, Billy found himself wandering the aisles. This had been a recurring theme in his life, trudging through the endless rows of...

There were very few memories that Spagzie had of his father. He’d been abandoned at the tender age of eleven, about four years before his...

The bass thumped through the room, rattling the bones of the eckied-out dancers once loyal to your sound, moving their bodies to the...

It's estimated that the average person will see between 4,000 and 6,000 ads every day. Wake up. Bleary eyes. Hoarse throat. Hair sticking...

“They’re out there, mate. I’ve seen them.” The man says, pressed up against the glass of the muck-smeared window. Outside the bus, the...

“How do you do, good sir?” Paddington said to the man standing behind the counter. No reply was forthcoming, which Paddington had grown...

The sound of a voice emanating from upfront woke him. The darkness of slumber was fading, the fog of the unconscious dissipating. To him,...