Fiction
Galta’s Sculptor’s Studio
Galta was about to pour her first glass of wine of the day -it was one o’clock and, these days, her lunch tended to come in liquid form- when she noticed a young man peering [more…]
Doxie
Literature
Rodion and Sonya’s Garret: A Tale of Redemption
We will kill desire: we will foster drunkenness, gossip, denunciation; we will foster unheard-of depravity; we will stifle every genius in its infancy. Everything reduced to a common denominator, complete equality. Dostoyevsky Rodion opened [more…]
Authoritarianism
The Great Confinement
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. C.S. Lewis Greetings [more…]
Animals
Pepita’s Cuddly Toy Massacre
I adopted Pepita five years ago. She was five at the time. The local vet, who is yet another ghey ultra conservative, told me that a woman he knew had just got divorced and wanted [more…]
Fiction
A Going Postal Christmas Carol: Miriam’s Shack
If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]
Fiction
Ex-Liberals: Rosie and Gideon’s Caravan
Before embarking on this new story, I want to thank all Puffins for awarding me a prize in the June Competition. It is too much honour to bestow on an old bat like me holed [more…]
20th Century
Bollocks to Krauts! Malka and Shlomo in the Secret Shtetl
“Malka and Shlomo in the Secret Shtetl” was inspired by a story which circulated within dissidents circles when I was a student in Moscow in the early 1980s: several villages in Siberia were so remote [more…]
Arts
The Going Postal Camper Van
One of my heroes, Judas Was Paid, suggested I make a camper van. So, obedient old girl that I am, I made a camper van. But because, like most on here, I am nasty, twisted [more…]
Arts
The Novichok doll’s house
Meet Bill and Chiara. Bill and Chiara are genuine refugees from the aberrant dictatorship of Tortuous Mong. Dissidents living in exile have nicknamed Tortuous Mong “The Nerve Agent” because she shattered her own people’s nerves. [more…]