The Art of Drowning – a nail biting episode 8 – by Phil Huston

Caswell reached over Kylie’s shoulder, tapped the mouse, dragged the playback bar backwards under the video. He let it play for a few seconds and tapped it again. “There. That frame. Clean it up. Get it out to the two closest coastal territorials. If nothing drops, expand. North and south, not inland.” “He came in … Continue reading The Art of Drowning – a nail biting episode 8 – by Phil Huston

The Art of Drowning -episode 7- by Jac Forsyth

Faded and feathered know the solemn dancer. They fold with it and scold with it, and heaven knows they grow old with it. The land crawlers ticker-tape their warnings in a million parades, the biters growl and howl out uncertainty of tribe, and better than most the shallow breathers know how it plays out in … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 7- by Jac Forsyth

The Art of Drowning -a creepy episode 6- by Ash N Finn

All in my head. All in my head. All in my head. All in my hay-ay-head. She rocks back and forth on her haunches, knuckles bone white from gripping her ankles. The storm rages and batters the inside of her skull with a thousand burning drumsticks. Don’t cry, my child. Your mother is dancing around … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -a creepy episode 6- by Ash N Finn

The Art of Drowning -episode 5- By Phil Huston 

Caswell set his guitar on the sofa beside him, picked up the vibrating phone. “Cas –” “You sent a women’s world ginger looker with a sassed-up mouth up the elevator this time, Caswell. I have whining from six directions.” “She came on her own.” “She knows your name well enough. Special Investigations lets you pick … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 5- By Phil Huston 

The Art of Drowning -episode 3- by Ash N Finn

Empathy is hard to come by when veracity has to be cloaked in madness to survive. Evelyn watches the visitor walk away into the sea breeze from her window and wonders if she will see him again. Xylophones, the sound of hailstones hitting them in a competition of accelerating crescendos is what she hears when … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 3- by Ash N Finn

The Art of Drowning -episode 1- by Jac Forsyth

There are times when the wind takes hold of the desert and carries it far out to sea in sandstorms too brutal for even memory to hold. And I was lost and found in the firelight of whispered stories, heroes of ruin sung into lullaby with the sweetness of rum and reminiscence. And maybe there were warnings there, but … Continue reading The Art of Drowning -episode 1- by Jac Forsyth

HOURGLASS

9am. A dustcart trails cherry blossom in bridal chaos. Traffic roulette spins on who's gonna carry the scent bouquet. A guy asks strangers for money and his words rehearse legitimacy through an ice show of withdrawal. £21 for shelter, he says. I don’t ask what sort of shelter he means. 9.15am. I sit in a cafe … Continue reading HOURGLASS