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Month: June 2026

Dream Memory 2 – by Sandra

Published by Sandra Lloyd Lewis on June 29, 2026

I am a person without a past. I am a person without a name, though they call me Patient 12. I am a person without memories, except one, which they tell me is only a dream. The Voice knows when I have this dream and when I do, it sends me to the Plain. Last night I had the dream again. The Fallen man. He lands at my feet, in a twist of limbs and pooling blood. There is a pink globule on my shoe. People scream but it seems a long way off; then there are police; an ambulance;…

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Yet More Flash Fiction by Janet

Published by Janet Johnson on June 29, 2026

Working from Home It was Mum who had the idea. “This job will be the death of you,” she’d said in the early hours last November, as she took in my split lip, black eye, ripped tights, and more unseen. It had been one of those nights, punters that got off on punching and kicking, thinking they had the right to do whatever they wanted because they paid, certain you wouldn’t tell. Well, who were the police going to believe, a judge or a whore? “I know, Mum, but what other job would pay as much? And, we have to…

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“The Circle” Final Battle-ish… by Jason

Published by Jason Davies-Redgrave on June 29, 2026

This is a rough outline of the final battle sequence. I have already written some of the Peck and Emyr sequences – we’ve read those before – they will be added later and probably tweaked. A couple of scenes in this sequence have been fleshed out a little but I just wanted to get this sequence out on paper in some sort of order! I hope this all makes sense. Anyway, please bring any and all questions to the meeting – I really want to be able to lock this sequence down! So, anything on motivations, location, continuity or whatever…

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Palimpsest by Martyn

Published by Martyn Winters on June 24, 2026

14 October Sayer says I should keep a journal. It isn’t for them, you’ll understand, she was clear about that; the official record is kept elsewhere, in somebody else’s hand. It’s for me. A record of my feelings about the work I’m doing. She says it will ground me in reality and give me an outlet for my frustrations. The way she said it made me think there will be many. In her normal, laconic manner, her suggestion took on the air of an imperative, rather than a recommendation. “You should write a diary,” she said in that curious, eastern…

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