Me, Rory and Aurora
A new story by Danish writer Jonas Eika, from the collection After the Sun.
In the Aftermath
‘Green would work but blue, cobalt blue to be precise, would be better.’
Fiction set in Flatbush by Eva Freeman.
‘But in variation #5 they spent ten hours together.’
An extract from Tao Lin’s novel Leave Society.
A Place I’d Go To
‘They were very old and had to be carried down the hall to the examination room and lifted onto and off the scale like sacks of tender, bruisable fruit.’
A story by Kathryn Scanlan.
‘She has always wanted this: to slip beneath the surface, to dispossess herself.’
An extract from Sara Freeman’s forthcoming novel.
‘The hotel is pink all over, as the bitten inside of her mouth, as her dark father’s radiant bottom lip’.
A story by Vanessa Onwuemezi, from her collection Dark Neighbourhood.
The Repeat Room
‘The place was so squat and pitiless, so endless, repetitive, fluorescent.’
Fiction by Jesse Ball.
A Last Chance in Whitefish
‘The dialogue, of course, is almost entirely invented, though true to the spirit and tone.’
A story by Adam O’Fallon Price.
‘This made me big thirteen, the type to be able to drink mead on Epitaph Day if I wanted.’
A story by Okwiri Oduor.
One Muggy Spring, Thanks, Dot and Secretly Try
Three short stories by Diane Williams.
‘Month after month I ruefully drop the most perfect shade of red down the toilet and flush it away.’
An excerpt from Claire-Louise Bennett’s forthcoming novel.
An As-Yet-Undiscovered Land Mammal
An excerpt from Mariana Leky’s What You Can See From Here.