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FICTION — Shreds of Silva
She lived a life with a house and playgroups, vacuum cleaners and birthday parties. Her children mixed flour and water, flooded the garden and molded mud pies. She spun with one child on her back, another in her arms. She was joyful with a sense of adventure not worthy of a wife of a house.…
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REVIEW — Wonder Woman Has Arrived
An excerpt from Feminist Flicker — a fortnightly column that decodes sexism in film — written by Sarah Myles. The whole piece is available now, on https://channillo.com/ and Sarah Myles is on Twitter as @sjmyles Please note, this piece contains spoilers. While Superman and Batman have enjoyed seven decades of adaptation across media – including…
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FICTION — Conservation of the Species
The sky explodes as the runner’s trainer splashes down into a puddle on the dirt track. The mud that he kicks up spatters his legs and joins the zig zag of red lines that bramble thorns have already etched into his shins. A low sun warms his back and casts a shadow at his feet.…
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FICTION – The Field
I was pulled outta my cell this morning and thrown into a shitty, white coaster. You know, those hover pods they stopped making, like, twenty years ago. Next thing I know, I’m dumped in this field covered in plastic, green shit that crunches under my feet. I think it’s supposed to be grass, though I doubt anyone’s felt that stuff in decades…
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FICTION – Shards of Glass
I opened my eyes in the moonlit bedroom, and saw myself standing stark naked before the mirrored doors of my wardrobe. I say myself because it was me. Yet, also reflected in the mirror, another image of me reclined in bed, watching. Is this a dream or reality? I pinched myself. Nothing changed. Maybe, I…
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FICTION — Dolly and the Zombie Apocalypse
Luckily I’d seen that Tarantino film and wasn’t the squeamish type. When the zombie apocalypse hit, I got out the axe, the morphine and the bandages. It meant relying on Brad and counting on his two brain cells to fire at the same time, but there wasn’t anybody else. Luckily, he proved he could follow…
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FICTION — Star Power
Jup stood behind his bar, wiping the plastic surface idly with his remaining good arm. It was quiet inside and the usual hum of filtration fans had been muted at great cost. Generic piano music played from hidden speakers, unremarkable except in its consistency under the murmur of conversation. The bar-top was situated in a…
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FICTION — Pieces of Forever
“Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying” – Gerard Way Tobias is an immortal. A living, breathing, actual, honest-to-God immortal. It doesn’t really matter how or why he achieved immortality, only that he has. And when one is over five centuries old but only looks to be a man of…
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Twisted Sister — Survival Issue
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive Bee Gees — Stayin’ Alive (1977) Now you have that song in your head. Forever. If not — hop over to YouTube and turn it up, and embrace one of disco’s finest. Regular readers might notice…
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FICTION — Genesis
The silence is nice in the beginning. I don’t like most people, except for you, so it is freeing to be alone. The bodies are unsettling, though. Their cloudy gray eyes watch me as I dance away the first few nights, high on survival and disco. I can feel their resentment, their disappointment. I can’t…
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