Short black comedy story — Not unusually for a Thursday, it had begun to rain frogs. Which would have been fine, of course, except Glunk had left his umbrella back at the Department of Minor Inconveniences. …

Short psychological horror story — There was a sour wind that blew up the long grasses from the Morston isle and swum with the hollow sob of the gulls. It lingered there, bitterly cold on the warmest of days, haunting the reeds and the rushes before fading back with the withdrawing tides. …

Samuel Loveday and the strange death of Eupham Naycroft — The mist gripped at the lowlands and slumbered across the fens. There was nothing here, nothing but the edges of reeds and the shutter of smoke and the snap of the branches. Here, in late November, the sea swept up high and the only way from Gremen Fen to Lewyck…

Sex work and the morality of income: yes, yours too — There’s a Yiddish song I’ll share with you: You’ve got to give the butcher his sher (dance)/ no matter what you buy or what you wear/ You’ve got to give the butcher his lot/ for being everything you think you’re not. Opening Remarks to the Court of Public Opinion For little strips of green paper, money has a…

Bored little boys with nowhere to go: the great class cage — There’s something almost LaHaineian about the moment Bacari-Bronze O’Garro was arrested. A wide eyed, effeminate little face stares confusedly down the pointed camera, his silly hat pulled down over his prominent ears. He looks like he’s going to cry as his petite arms are fastened behind his back. In that…

What is causing this crippling paranoia of the West? — The wind sweeps in low across the thick snows and weeps around the edges of the village. In the dark thickets of the Siberian forests, nothing meets the glimmer of gaslight but the slur of night and the unforgiving cold. And somewhere, unseen, sweating and licking and heaving and hungry…

I’ve tried lots of random hacks and this works — So something is over, blech. We’ve all been there. A situationship where you caught feelings for an idiot, a partner turned out to be a sociopath, or maybe you just got ditched for being way too into early Mesopotamian literature. It happens to the best of us. Anyway. You need…

Bones, bodies, your feelings and your facts — NOTE: This article discusses racism, eugenics, white supremacy and genocide. Why are black people inferior, a bunch of very racist white men asked each other in the 1850s. There must be a scientific reason for it, right? There has to be something inferior about them. They live in mud huts…

Satanic Panic has largely been acknowledged as nonsense. Apart from this case — EDITORIAL NOTE: I’ve decided not to name the person in question as I believe them to be mentally unwell rather than malicious. I’ve changed some aspects of their life for that reason. Everything in this piece is my opinion and should not be read as accusatory in nature. Martha White appears neat, unassuming, and soft spoken. She folds her hand in her lap and begins her story, one thousands of abuse survivors initially would find similarities in. A violent father who killed her pet dog. A cold mother who looked the other way. Strange visitors who did bad things. Nothing I, or I hope anyone with any decency, would question in the confidence of a person speaking about their trauma. But that is where my sympathy ends.