The Priest
The old priest was dying. He had been diagnosed with prostate cancer six months or…
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The Secret Army Aeroplane, Part III
The Secret Army Aeroplane, Part III (In which, imprisoned by the devious Baron von Spätlese, our…
Le Meilleur Ami de L’Homme, Part II
In the second part of Harry Chapman’s short story, Louis’s situation goes from bad to worse as he finds himself at the bottom of a well, injured, and with the snow falling incessantly…
Le Meilleur Ami de L’Homme
It’s Sunday fiction and we have the first part of a short story from Arb regular Harry Chapman. Cut off in a wintry wilderness, Louis and his faithful hound, Loupo, are running out of options…
A Month in a Super Hospital
Following his second novel, Books, we have another short story from Charlie Hill, pushing limits both for subject matter and for the reader. The clue’s in the title, this is not for the squeamish…
The Secret Army Aeroplane, Part II
In part II of his tribute to A A Milne’s short story of 1909, Rupert Millar sends his intrepid Edwardian heroes into the clutches of the Reich in pursuit of the stolen military plans…
The Secret Army Aeroplane
Tally-ho! With high jinx and jolly japes, Rupert Millar conjures up the close of the Edwardian age, a time of dashing heroes and dastardly villains, the brink of the storm over Europe in sight…
One Night in the Summer
“I felt my way across the stream but by the time I had got to the path I knew that it was unlikely I could do this.” Harry and his faithful Frodo chance an evening walk in the last of the light…
Advice
Introducing a short piece of fiction for the Bank Holiday weekend, in which Zhara Mulroy considers the conundrum of first impressions and past influences on a first date…
I am Spartacus!
Harry Chapman battles with his inner demons and an unquenchable thirst for silence during a screening of Spartacus at the BFI…
Short Fiction: Brown Lake
“Frank had been swimming ever since he could remember. His parents had owned a house down by the waterfront in Mosman, inside Sydney’s great Harbour…”
Short Fiction: The Phone Call
“This is The Salter Programme.” The voice was British, educated, with a working class burr. “I am calling from Tokyo, and want to inform you that your film script has been selected by our cultural exchange programme.”