Perspective short story by Iris Carden. Orsinius Wishlet sat in his burrow on the border between reality and unreality. His time among humans had given him a new perspective on his collection. He now knew that his previously treasured collection of pieces of paper: old shopping lists, cash register dockets, bills, scrap paper from long-forgotten…… Continue reading Perspective


Howl Short story by Iris Carden When other women complained about their monthly cycles, Karen would nod sympathetically. She had a horror cycle of her own. Theirs contained blood, as did hers, in a way. She was a captive of the moon. Its cycle was her cycle. For those five nights centred on the full…… Continue reading Howl