Home Defense [Gonzo Fiction]

By Sharon Shaw “D’you think those walls will hold?” Tina didn’t move from her position, but her left hand tweaked the net curtain aside just enough to see whether there was movement in the garden. There wasn’t, of course. There hadn’t been all day. “They’ll hold.” Jack...

The Teacher [Gonzo Fiction]

-By Alex Shaw Laura gazed at the young soldier through her scope. He was crawling through the underbrush, barely visible. Her ungloved finger caressed the trigger of the Druganov feeling it dent her skin gently. Just a tiny movement from her and multiple pieces of metal would fall into place, ending his...

Men Like Me [Gonzo Fiction]

- By Will Templeton I have not been here long, but I have already had enough of this city. This place was supposed to be fresh start for me. Clean slate. I expected kindness from these people. Land of opportunity. Perhaps land of forgiveness. I arrive one night, with many companions. People, same as me,...

Orchestrated Restrictions [Gonzo Fiction]

-By Alex Shaw Kevin walked to his kitchen, bleary-eyed and still half-asleep. He moved towards the kettle and made to switch it on. Fiona was sat at his dining table. “That’s a kettle,” she said. “It can be useful for boiling water.” “Thanks,” Kevin muttered. He flicked the switch and began...

Whitewash and Rust [Gonzo Fiction]

-By Will Templeton The power grinder screeched into action, spitting orange and blue sparks and sending rust flying to the gantry below. “Stop!” shouted a voice, trying to sound imperative but inconspicuous at the same time. The man at the grinder paid no attention, although whether he was being...

Peppered Steak [Gonzo Fiction]

-By Alex Shaw “Your turn to feed them again”, said Boris. Simon shuddered and pretended that he hadn’t heard. Boris slowly and deliberately placed a small key with a green plastic tag down on the desk beside him. Simon gave up his pretence of checking figures and took a sip of coffee. “I’m...

The Tireless Dance [Gonzo Fiction]

-By Will Templeton “The realm grows darker by the day, my lady,” he offered, almost apologetic. “We must ensure you are kept safe.” “From whom?” she asked, with a cautious wonder. She was naïve, not yet understanding the nature of the pall that had fallen over her...