Flash Fiction: ‘Meat’ by Michael Conroy

Does the beef salute the butcher as it throbs to its knees?Clive Barker Meat by Michael Conroy He awoke in darkness to the smell of bleach. Mattress springs creaked under his weight, and he felt a cold burning sensation deep in his sinuses. He rolled onto his stomach and planted his hands down on wooden... Continue Reading →

Humour, Narrative Perspective, and Meaning | Margaret Atwood and Xiaolu Guo

The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.Horace Walpole For Jonathan Swift, writing humour, or rather satire, is as simple as a pair of bellows blowing wind up a dog's rear end until, at last, the poor thing explodes. (Have tastes changed all that much?) But fiction writers... Continue Reading →

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