“Waddya going to disappoint Mom with this year?” Shereen taunted Jackie with a high whiny voice. “Not some smelly perfume like last year, I hope.” “Nah, I bet he’ll get her some more earrings that will turn her ears green like the year before,” chuckled Vernon. “They had to call Hazmat to get rid of… Continue reading FICTION: Grimcrack’s Fantastic Galactic Mercantile by Paul Stansbury
They picked me to race Pumpkin Jack on Halloween night. It shouldn’t have been me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. They picked my big brother last year. Joe went out and he raced Pumpkin Jack while we sat in our house, huddled together and crying, listening to the screams from the street outside.… Continue reading FICTION: Pumpkin Jack by Nigel Quinlan
A streetlamp flickered. Under the lamppost stood an old red phone box. In the old red phone box a black telephone was ringing. Down the street came a boy. No one knew his name, or if they ever did they had forgotten it along with the boy. His clothes didn’t fit him well—his coat was too… Continue reading SHORT STORY: The Lostling by Daniel Soule
Finnegan the dog was thinking about the meaning of life, and of lamb chops. Freeze-dried lamb chops, that is. Finnegan was an astrodog, you see. That’s like an astronaut. Except a dog. Living on a spaceship as a specially-chosen astrodog on a mission to Mars, you get used to freeze-dried stuff. Lamb chops were best.… Continue reading SHORT STORY: Finnegan the Astrodog by Michael Stevens
Now Harry was a honu and he didn’t run around with the fastest crowd, but he was smart enough to know something was fishy—well, not really fishy—but strange, about a seasick eel.
About Nigel: Nigel Quinlan is the author of The Cloak of Feathers and The Maloneys’ Magical Weatherbox. He lives in Tipperary with his family and a dog and lots of books. SK: Hi Nigel, thanks for giving us an interview. Your most recent book The Cloak of Feathers is one of our books of the… Continue reading INTERVIEW: Nigel Quinlan
Mum and Dad hated baby's favourite toy. They hated it so much. Whenever they made each other cups of hot tea and sat close together at the kitchen table, all they talked about was how much they hated baby's favourite toy. ‘It's so loud!’ Dad said. ‘That song it plays!’ said Mum. ‘Over and over… Continue reading SHORT STORY: Mushephant by Nigel Quinlan
