We were greedy in that city; we were voracious. We wanted so many stars – more than the lofty heavens could provide – so we…
Katrina’s dad borrowed a bowler hat for her frae his pal. But ma dad doesnae ken people like that. Mum said no’ to worry and…
For fifteen married years, she berated him with logic and reason in a Holy Roman Catholic vocabulary about the afterlife and divine trinity. When he…
Life better now. Easier. No adult. Only children and animal. Why? Why anything? Why sun fall down? Why ant crawl onto pangolin tongue? If other…
Somehow she’d never imagined it to be this easy; there had not been any moments of hesitation, of wondering whether she shouldn’t turn around and…
The glass thickens. I’m a weird thing now. I’m a creature of the deep, the down-deep, the unfound black-brown down-deep. I have my lights, my…
On the Monday, we ask people about him, what they remember. Most of them have something to say. ‘Was it something to do with his…
He throws his cup in an arc of milk, a constellation across your just-mopped floor. Your breath comes in through your nose and you sense…
The Splonk editors have chosen the following four microfictions for their Best Microfiction 2020 nominations. Congrats to the writers and good luck!
The Splonk team is delighted to announce its Best of the Net nominations for this year. Our noms will be considered for the Sundress Publications…