Last year, Stephen Lynch and Young Rader made the shortlist for the Desperate Literature Prize for Short Fiction […]
Author: @MinorLits
Rosary beads, in Feroza Bibi’s house, usually came out for two reasons: for prayer in life, and for […]
The priest told us it was his sickness at work in the making of the machine. It was, […]
Comet A dark sky, the magnificent tail of a great comet, the crack of a ship overturning in […]
An afternoon of swinging hammers and the big tent was up, standing bright in a vast disused lot […]
It had begun to rain. As he left the post office, he passed a man on his mobile […]
The morning sun shines through the window and she looks out at the sky and sees the moon […]
I don’t believe in ghosts but I have seen one. I know how that makes me seem. I […]
It’s not appropriate to call the most recent Booker Prize-winning novel ‘minor’ literature, but it’s only thanks to […]
Duncan was interviewed in the basement of a converted townhouse in the city centre. He sat opposite a […]
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