Mr. Mero: 19XX

This is the first part of a short experimental fiction, future parts coming soon!

Aligned in perfect symmetry, the desks of the classroom formed an ordered horseshoe. Upon closer inspection, Mr. Mero noticed that nothing had changed in the anarchic spirit of young independence. Chewing gum pocked the table legs, and lurked beneath the surface out of sight. He even allowed himself a smile at a crudely carved penis. After all, he engraved the same in his childhood with someย infant inkling of territorial pride.

Mr. Mero was as much an apprentice as the juveniles lining up outside; unfamiliar with his topic and nervous of failure.…   [continue reading]

Poor Messrs. Fish

This piece is an extract from our first print zine,ย Issue #1: Birth.ย Click here for more information.

Iย canโ€™t bear to harm a smiling face. A smiling face conceals a soul. A smiling faceโ€™s feelings are hurt when you mangle it. Eating it is bad enough, but throwing it away is reprehensible, and if I eat the smiling face it has at least served its life purpose.

Thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m sitting, edge-of-my-seat, eye-on-the-clock, flicking through a plate of goldfish crackers to find the ones with faces so I can eat them and rescue them from the garbage. It is very horrible of the makers of goldfish crackers to put faces on some but not all of the goldfish.…   [continue reading]

ACME: An Introduction

This ten-part fiction is currently being serialised in our zine. You can download a PDF of our first issue, featuring this part, here.

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An Introduction
(welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment)

Petey stood perspiring, rubbing his porky and ill-defined pinkies together in angst, fearful but energized. Letโ€™s proceed to paint this picture with all the full wonder and respect it commands, for the room in which Petey shook โ€“ not entirely out of disturbance, but more anticipation โ€“ was so unlike any enclosed space you have ever entered. The only thing known to the average human, like you or I, that could even approach the decoration, architecture or general ambience of that cavernous chamber is what hallucinogenic drug users may find in an un-enclosed clearing.…   [continue reading]

Farewell Hilary Shaw

On Tuesday 20th December, at 5:30 pm GMT I stood up and stretched, working out a crick in my back which had settled after 9 hours in the same chair.

The work call had just ended, with my next post set up and scheduled, ready to go the next day automatically.

On a whim, I decided to check my Twitter, expecting some kind of backlash at the Rogue One review that went live the day before.

“@Ben__Mulholland Hi Ben Mulholland”

This message from Gabriele Palmer seemed a little odd, mainly because I had (and still have) a paltry amount of followers – I’m not important enough to make spam worthwhile or to inspire any real interest in striking up a conversation out of the blue.…   [continue reading]