The Former King of Sparta by Zeke Greenwald

Demaratos began to feel remorse as he approached Sardis on foot. He was traveling with his slave. The last king of Lydia before the Persian conquest was called Croesus. He had made the city fantastic. The gates were carved with reliefs of men enacting different parts of their city’s history, which Demaratos didn’t know, so he couldn’t understand the carvings. That was a little later … Continue reading The Former King of Sparta by Zeke Greenwald

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 2 by Elles Rebelles

Read Part 1 of The Corona Honeymoon here. **** The crazy thing about living in the West, is that we saw corona coming in slow motion–and yet we didn’t take it seriously. We could study all the death charts of other countries, and yet I was told, “I think you’re being crazy” when I asked Sergei not to take public transport. It’s March 16th, we … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 2 by Elles Rebelles

The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 1 by Elles Rebelles

1. Our relationship has always been propelled forward by apocalypse. After declining his house key many times (let me fuck you with a strap-on, then we can talk about moving in together) the coronavirus has propelled us into a living together experiment. It’s Friday the thirteenth. If there was one person I wanted to be in quarantine with, it was him. Him, with his smug … Continue reading The Corona Honeymoon, Pt. 1 by Elles Rebelles

Books and Barbies: A Christmas Memory by Camille Adnot

Christmas morning, 2001. I woke up before dawn, too excited about the presents. It’s barely 5 a.m. and, of course, pitch black outside. To pass the time, I figured I should do what I like best: read a book. I’m reading in my bed, using a torchlight for fear my parents should see I’m awake if I used the big light, when I hear a … Continue reading Books and Barbies: A Christmas Memory by Camille Adnot

Quiet Quandary of the Quill by Joseph V. Pali

He was tormented. His leather-bound chair had, through the hours, curved to the dimensions of his body. It had become horribly dolorous. His fingers grew tired as he twirled his pen between them and sighed despairingly. He was in agony, for an aspect of his being was viciously girdled and quickly losing its functionality. His creativity was being choked and his ability to write was … Continue reading Quiet Quandary of the Quill by Joseph V. Pali

A Letter From the Other Side by Ewa Mazierska

Joanna was a poet, the most poetic poet I had ever met. She was recognised as the best Polish one of her generation. She also thought, talked and behaved like a poet. By that I do not mean that she spoke in rhymes, far from it, but her thinking and talking had the sharpness, directness and simplicity of a metaphor. When she talked, she omitted … Continue reading A Letter From the Other Side by Ewa Mazierska

The Darkening Green by Martin Parsons

It had been Charlotte’s idea, of course. Beautiful Charlotte. Just so, even in her brown school dress, her hideous brown socks, her red beret. She placed a hand on each of her four friends in turn, an exclusive invitation to appreciate her company. “A game, that’s all. Just a little game.” She could have been her mother, biscuit tree in one hand and lemon in … Continue reading The Darkening Green by Martin Parsons