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Nancy’s Victory

Diane Williams

‘She saw a small swatch of pink and supposed a sunset was out there and thought, What can that knockout pink do for me? Let it just seep in – really like hand cream.’

New fiction by Diane Williams.

They Tell You They Love You

Niamh Donnelly

‘Sometimes, in the shower, he finds new and surprising bruises, whose origin he can’t place.’ A story by Niamh Donnelly.

The Book of Goose

Yiyun Li

‘Just follow me, she had said, you do nothing but what I tell you to.’

An extract from Yiyun Li’s new novel.

Sinkhole

Rosanna McLaughlin

‘She’d always been a heavy sweater, ever since puberty first coated her skin with downy fur, transforming the climate of her body into something dank and grotty.’

An excerpt from Rosanna McLaughlin’s Sinkhole.

Kick the Latch

Kathryn Scanlan

‘You live at the track, your life is full.’

An excerpt from Kathryn Scanlan’s new work of fiction, Kick the Latch.

The Unfolding

A.M. Homes

‘As the brightness increases, the sky flushes with pink and red hues somewhere between birth and Armageddon.’

An excerpt from A.M. Homes’ new novel.

Life Is Everywhere

Lucy Ives

‘Erin’s mother, whom Erin also loved, was a covetous person, treacherous and clever.’

An excerpt from Lucy Ives’ new novel.

In The Event

Eva Warrick

‘The sky hung bizarrely brownish and heavy below a pink teacup sun, like a portent of the outer space invasion.’

A story by Eva Warrick.

Comfy

Edward Herring

‘Who needs a bed? he said one night. He was drinking beer out of an old dirty pickle jar.’

New fiction by Edward Herring

Barbershop

Giada Scodellaro

‘Next door to the diner was the barbershop with its wood paneling and its poster of men.’

An excerpt from Giada Scodellaro’s debut short story collection.

The Patchwork Dolls

Ysabelle Cheung

‘The last few years, everybody wanted the same eyes: domed like lemons, with precise, symmetrical lashes.’

A story by Ysabelle Cheung.

I Am the Word for God and Boy

Aidan Cottrell-Boyce

‘We are sitting in a cafe, on planet Earth, on the night before our wedding day.’

Fiction by Aidan Cottrell-Boyce.

Fatty

Dizz Tate

‘There sat the joy of the shopping centre, what I thought of as its secret heart. A white rabbit.’

A short story by Dizz Tate.

Fault Lines

Jane Delury

‘My mother is only seventy, but she has the bones of a ninety-year-old, the marrow like lace.’

A story by Jane Delury.