Why short stories are like buses

Well well well. It seems that within a period of about a week I’ve had three short stories published. Typical. You wait around for ages and suddenly three come at once.

So who’s been misguided enough to publish my ramblings?

The first culprits are the classy folk at the Stockholm Review of Literature, who published “The Sweet and the Sour” – originally a Panspermia Press tale – in their third issue, alongside Christopher Baldwin‘s accompanying artwork. Nice.

Second in line are Inkapture, who kindly took a liking to “Take the Next Exit for Love” – also a Panspermia Press original – and published it in their October 2014 issue. Also nice.

And third in line are Flash Fiction Magazine, who generously published “The Running Bath” – incidentally one of the first short stories I wrote “seriously”, although it isn’t a very serious story. Nice too.

I’d like to put it on record that I thank the editors of the aforementioned publications for being barmy enough to publish my guff. Cheers!

The Alarmist

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Some news: Issue 3 of The Alarmist is now out and about. As I write, it’s doing its rounds, soiling readers’ fingers and spreading literary STDs all over the shop. I’m happy to report that its many venereal delights include one of my short stories, “Pigeons”. Which proves that the editors either have a faulty admin system or are happy to publish any old guff.

But more seriously: it’s a pretty nifty literary magazine. I’m biased, of course, but I think I can cross my heart and say it fairly objectively. The terms “breath of fresh air” and “irreverent” get bandied about a lot these days, but The Alarmist is the real thing. It’s packed with stories, poems and illustrations which alternate between hilarious, horrific, smutty and surreal, and which often hit the sweet spots between. It’s eclectic, but held nicely together by Christopher Tavoularis‘ graphic design, and by what I can only call a very Alarmist tone. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, yet at the same time only publishes stuff which is seriously good. (Does that include my short story? Well, it’s a story about dead pigeons and dribbling grannies. Whats not to love?)

The Alarmist is only three issues old and has already earned itself international distribution, a listing as one of Foyles‘ favourites, and enthusiastic reviews from the likes of Dazed and Confused and Rough Trade. Not bad going. On top of that, its editors are genuinely open to publishing work by unestablished writers – as proven by my case. Which is nice. Basically, it’s well worth a gander for readers, writers, poets and perverts.

Right, I think I’ve pushed my nose as far up The Alarmist‘s bum as it can go. So I’ll stop there and leave you with some photos (courtesy of Jan Vrhovnik) from Issue 3’s launch night, which took place in a bunker in somewhere in London Town. I was there. In the shadows. Watching.

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