Flash Fiction | Never Fall For That by Rebecca Lilly
"Clarify your intent," — Lama Chopra, ourmeditation teacher, rang the bell for us tosit — "the Reaper was once an old friend."My...
Spotlight II: Dostoyevsky Wannabe
The London Magazine has long been a champion of emerging writers and independent publishers, stretching back to the 1950s and 60s, when young writers...
Archive | Fiction | Silvio by Arturo Vivante
First published in the June 1970 edition of The London Magazine (Vol. 10, No. 3)Like a statue too finely carved, too finished and perfected,...
Fiction | On His Own Ground by Vis Nathan
First published in the December 1976/January 1977 of The London Magazine (Volume 16, No.5)Gopal entered his cubby-hole surrounded by huge racks bulging with musty...
Fiction | Just for Five Minutes by Alla Melenteva
It was an early May day. The war was considered over, though it had not yet been officially declared. A Russian junior lieutenant went...
Fiction | The Word Necklace by Suzannah V. Evans
The word necklace was intricate, beautiful. When she put it on it felt light, beautiful,
as if she were wearing coral, or air. The word...
Fiction | A Third Presence by Nadine Gordimer
When Rose and Naomi, daughters of poor Rasovsky the tailor, left school in the same year there was no discussion about what they should...
Fiction | Alone with the Tide by John Saul
At last. Dismissing all fiction, I come clean. The figure coming into focus, in that smart black and grey coat, unbuttoned, collar up, is...
Fiction | Quiet Mountain by Sally Jubb
They got on at Vico Equense. The carriage was almost full, but the two of them managed to squeeze into a seat diagonally opposite,...
Fiction | The Old Men Who Row Boats by David Joseph
In Madrid, not far from the great museums that line the streets, old men row boats in the morning hours at Retiro Park. These...
Fiction | About You by Marjorie Main
Early on a Saturday morning in October I met Vivian at Liverpool Street Station. Stevie had a painting in an exhibition opening that night,...
Fiction | Beloved by Roger Raynal
That morning, when Ryoji woke up, fired from sleep by a strident, but usual sound, he refrained from opening his eyes. He wanted to...
Fiction | We Walk to Dissect by Laura Davis
There are bulls everywhere, a mass of black parading around the fence. The grass is yellower where their feet trample, the farmland is a...
Fiction | The Sinners’ Corner by Mark Sadler
I returned to work on a dismal Tuesday morning, emerging from the main entrance of London, Fenchurch Street, railway station under opaque grey skies....
Fiction | Sylvia Plath Watches Us Sleep, But We Don’t Mind...
'Sylvia Plath Watches Us Sleep, But We Don't Mind' was the third prize winner in our Short Story Competition 2017.
We’ve been married three years...
Fiction | Mr. Cahill by William Roberts
The little party wandered slowly along the rows of the hillside garden, pausing in the warm afternoon Northern California sun to examine one vegetable...
Fiction | Asma by Dur e Aziz Amna
Dur e Aziz Amna received second prize in our Short Story Competition 2017. The year Asma moved in with us, we were living in a two-family...
Fiction | Crete by Cameron Stewart
‘So. What do we want today?’I’m sitting in my local barbers chair, caped up like a clown - my head bulging through the top...
Fiction | The Arrangement by Jennifer Johnson
There’s someone in the kitchen. I hear the kettle being filled. I look at the clock, it’s not yet seven, he’s up early. He...
Fiction | The Golden Eel by Neil Burns
It had been twenty years since they last met. Thirty eight year old Eoghan O’Dullach was nervous inside; and in his brain he was...
Fiction | The Root of it All by Charlotte Newman
Pavements slick from rain and a market at night, risen dripping from the oily roads like a brand new continent. Brunch alongside nails alongside...
Fiction | An Actor in the Wings: Notes (1980 – 2009)...
CharlesI could see him from beside the door. He was surrounded by men in suits, pointing at the ceiling, looking at their drinks or...
Fiction | Diasporic Guilt by Mohamed Keshavjee
‘Shoeshine, sir?’ asked the young lad with a shoeshine box in his hand, as I peered into the window of a shop in New...
The e-Shadow by Rhys Timson
It was three weeks into Kurt’s big adventure that his digital self was stolen. Before that, everything had been going to plan. He’d been...