THE TRADE-OFF

“Go fuck yourself’ – but as she said it, she knew there would be a trade-off.” muse: nigel simmonds With a stoic sigh of resignation, she descended into the suffocating claustrophobia of the subway, just another molecule in the vast and undulating mass of pinstriped, tailored, monochromatically-clad human flesh migrating from the innermost hub of the […]

NAVIGATING BULLSHIT

“There was a knock at her door; it was Nick Cave.” muse: kirra pendergast Maggie was sick and tired of people taking the piss; specifically, people with flaccid appendages dangling between their legs; more specifically the preened-bearded, wax-haired, fake-spectacled, kitsch-shirted six-foot-one flaccid appendage talking at her from the other side of the reclaimed pallet table […]

OF MICE & ZEN

“I reached around and realised immediately that this wasn’t the type of prison I was accustomed to.” muse: matthew leitch I couldn’t understand how it had come to this. In fact, as I stood on the threadbare carpet, my toes feeling the burnt nylon crusts from ancient cigarettes in unknown fingers, and the inexorable weight […]