RENT FREE – PART THREE: GANGSTER

(PART TWO: ASSASSIN) Smoking in the haze of a Waisheng dump; the club’s name was JET OFF. Old junkyard in the midst of their side of town, near Prosperity Plaza where it all stank of old machine parts and rust, where once the great ships that had threaded together astro-socialism were hewn from material into...

BLOOD LUST

Luka and Dragan followed the Austrians into the cornfield and held their fire until the last second. There were twelve of them, exhausted, drawn-looking older men in grey uniforms staggering and stumbling under the weight of their packs, cursing and spluttering in some foreign tongue which Dragan had said was German but Luka did not...

Short Fiction – Dear Comrade Winter

Dear Comrade Winter, How are you? I write this letter because recent events have, as you know, been momentous, and I found myself worrying about you. This is not a time that you and I ever believed we would see, and our old discussions on the matter really do seem so quaint now – but...