A regular selection from online literary magazines handpicked by Tim Hardy.
Not yet another lit mag, but close. This is the first issue of a regular roundup of stories I enjoyed, as well as a chance to promote my work. My preference is for longer prose fiction, but if something different moves me, preferences be damned. This week includes Stoppage Time in Whalley Range, my latest story, plus new work from Helena Duncan, Arthur Aronstein, and Christian TeBordo, and a piece by Charlie Kondek from the archives that captures the joys of rereading poetry.
Featured this week
Should've hated the little bastard, but I didn't. On his bad days, when he was smashing shit up and screaming, you could see the fear in his eyes. He was fighting something he couldn't control. Andy was a smart kid. It didn't help. He loved music. I was trying to teach him chords, and the little fucker had a fit and threw the fucking guitar right in my fucking face.
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Once, she had dated a man for two months before telling him that he’d been mispronouncing her name the whole time.
James served ten years in prison. His crucial impasse occurred a week after his life in the clink—under a neon sign that read Green Goddess.
According to my parents, I walked into their bedroom one evening at the age of three and informed them that my grandfather was dead.