Coleridge Called from Venus [Last Night’s Dream]
The yellowblue was chanting loud, And sulphurbubbled steam did scream Through all the shifting waves of mist Above an algid stream. Both dank and ocean claimed the land, When, coiling through the acrid sludge And beaming through the sullen soil Mr Worm did trudge. A SWAN came in with p
The K. of F.
The routine was simple. We board the train and the King of France gives the speech I’ve heard a hundred times: “Excuse me ladies and gentlemen I am a single father with two children / my son was hit by a drunk driver / he is in a wheelchair / I have no insurance / […]
The Killers
Second runner-up in the ISIS short story competition, Trinity 2014 Though they strained with all their might, the killers could not move the corpse, which was fatter than the full moon and beginning to stiffen. They had tried with Sparrow at the head and his Crowe at the feet, and then the other wa
The Flies
Over our lunch break, we consider the implications of an existential hero who can’t act. Anina is sunk into a primeval gloom. She orders three donuts and pokes her way through them while we jabber. The way some stick-thin people can eat. I used to know a Latvian girl who ate a whole pizza every [&
ISIS Lit: Saudade
One summer before the end of the world, Clement’s mother packed up her bags and took him away from the house where he had grown up.
ISIS Lit: I dream of sharks again
From our fiction competition: 'I dream of sharks again' by Laura Theis
The tale of Koholeth and Lucifer
Creative writing from Alexander Newton