Not for the first time in life’s wretched hinterland of the twenty-something young professional, Rachel found herself alone in her kitchen at midnight, staring ...
John sat uncomfortably in a chair which must surely have been designed for discomfort, since it served no other purpose. It was eleven forty-seven a.m., or mayb...
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The ancient Chinese art of feng shui has among its principles that one should never place a mirror in front of a bed, the reason being that while a ...
We meet in this petrified amber pub. Barely noon, I elbow past the skulking loafers — hulking sentinels stationed along the bar and squeeze into an unwelcoming ...
I always hated the Saturday morning sunlight. To me it felt like bleach, or the delousing powder they used to throw on prisoners — something toxic and excoriati...
Rick White is a fiction writer from Manchester, UK whose work has been widely published in print and online journals. Rick is also the author of the short story collection, Talking to Ghosts at Parties. Please visit www.ricketywhite.com for more info and stories.