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{Fiction} The Scar Maker

by Saara Dutton “I’ll scar you for life.” That was The Scar Maker’s professional promise. Then he’d add, “I’ll make you interesting. For just $69.99.” He launched this business venture once tattoos ceased to be edgy.  Tattoos, he realized, were no longer badges of youthful rebellion. They were time stamps of faded youth. Any vegan … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
{Fiction} Haloed Skin

{Fiction} Haloed Skin

by Emily Cameron Tiffany sat at a bus stop waiting for the 4 line to take her home.  She was the only one at the stop and preferred it that way.  Rather than concerning herself with strange men in windbreaker coats, Tiffany was free to spend her time waiting peeling pieces of calcified gum from … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
Lit Bits Flash Fiction Contest Winning Stories!

The ZOUCH Lit Bits 140 Word Super Flash Fiction Contest Winning Stories!

We would like to apologize for the lengthy delay between our finalizing the result of the Lit Bits contents, and our publishing of the winners. The blame can be placed squarely on Mr.Zouch‘s great affinity for Sri Lankan tea, and his recent 5 month escapade across the Subcontinental island in search of the elusive platinum Darjeeling of the Sabaragamuwa … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
FICTION - THE SECURITY

THE SECURITY – A story about seeing something and saying something

by Alex Gordon “I’m a creature of apologetic paranoia,” I told Joanna, sitting in the holding cell. “Which is to say I’m not a trusting person,” fumbling my thumbs to illustrate the point, “I’m an anxious person and I’m sorry.” Perhaps she hadn’t heard me, so I repeated, “Sorry,” with a hint of a question … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
The Violinist

{FICTION} The Violinist

by Sarah Roberts In 1989, the rattling course of a demented heartbreak had threatened to extinguish Philip James Flood, from without and within.  During a gloomy period of enforced isolation, Philip lay groaning on a mattress whilst his soul, absorbed in the agony of a full-scale reassessment, got to work on repair.  It had begun … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
Screenshot from 1966 movie Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Elizabeth Taylor

{FICTION} Potemkin Villages

By Andrew F. Sullivan I can’t blow up a balloon by myself. Not all the way. So far I have sixteen grey and yellow balloons sprouting like some tumours from each kitchen wall at odd angles. A few of the diseased bubbles dangle from the ceiling, shrivelling as the minutes pass. Yellow and gray. She … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
Photo of The Discus Thrower by Iain MacVinish

{FICTION} The Paparazzo

By Doug Shiloh Torin heard a click. A weapon was being cocked. Someone was going to shoot him. He calmly bent down on his left knee onto the cement and re-laced his right tennis shoe. From there – he’d leap. Old Lens Eye won’t know what’s happening, he thought. Old Lens Eye will not take … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
Decorative image of common house flies in different possitions

{FICTION} Fire Flies — a story of fly infestation

By Alex Gordon I have flies.  Behind my curtains they buzz and bump against the window towards sheets of bright concrete, clumsy and blind convections like entropy. The hourlong genocides prove futile, as every morning finds them reemerging with fresh numbers. Not vigorously though, they’re lethargic and accepting of swat.  I’ll kill thirty in a … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature
Photo of ex-alpha male chimp with other chips waiting for food on a river bank

{FICTION} The Assembly of Equals

Dear Mr. Newsom: I am writing to protest the article written about me in the latest issue of your journal. The offensively titled “Pretty PhD’s Primate Politics: The Story of Jane Macdonald’s Well-Intentioned Experiment” by Ronald Burke is a work of sensationalistic drivel that stands noticeably out of place in Hypothesis Magazine.

Fiction, Literature
Brick bus shelter photo

{FICTION} Shelter

By Katherine J. Barrett Dave drove the half-mile to his neighbourhood gym, every morning, every week, sure as the southern sun. He parked his Lexus in the corner spot, his spot essentially, slipped a reflective foil onto the dash and locked all the doors with a chirp. From six fifteen until seven, Dave pounded the … Continue Reading

Fiction, Literature

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