Welcome to issue 24: A little library of tiny bookish tales. You’ll find a different take on the book theme with every turn of the page, sho...

by Phil Dyer “Just give us a name,” said the judge, waving again at the three slim volumes of incendiary manifesto. His eyes were not unki...

by Susan Carey I saw a down-and-out reading a book in the park. Men and women in black uniforms fell on him: ants devouring a moth. That...

by Ben Kutina The word we used was ‘paperwings.’ The learned ones who knew the symbols soared in their thoughts through worlds lost to tim...

by PK Abiodun ‘Come here, let them see you.’ One fidgets, shivers a little, One is not ready for this. Does not like this. The whole cer...

by Sean Gregory A new leather bound book was put on the shelf every month. “They're not for reading,” Mum told me. When she left the b...

by David Ford The masterpiece it had taken him a lifetime to write was lying forgotten in the bottom of a drawer. “Books you say,” he ta...

by Serena Jayne You wrote the novel for “the one who got away” as though your lover’s heart simply sprouted wings and flew from its cage. ...

by Raymond Sloan The man took the present from his son. He looked at it for a long time, holding it in both hands. The boy watched his fat...

by Danielle Keiko Eyer Dorothy Parker visits me every night in the basement of a bar. I say, “You’re late.” She says, “You’re drunk.” ...

by Allen Ashley I purchased a recipe book in a second-hand emporium on Charing Cross Road. The mouth-watering concoctions consisted of a v...

by TM Upchurch She turned the pages, ‘Once upon a time…’ her fingers felt for the edges, twisting, sliding, brushing the paper aside as th...

by J.S. Myth “How much will you ponder upon it?” the old archivist pushed the book in front of the young mage. “So, will you have it or no...

by John Xero Oscar walks the high library walls, reassured by the strike of his armoured feet on strong stone. Forty feet below, the undul...

by Liz Tuckwell ‘I was paper and ink,’ I tell the pathetic human cowering in the abandoned library, ‘until a sorcerer spelled me into fles...

by Shannon Bell Georgia held the piece of skin up to the light. “Will it all be this translucent?” “Of course.” “So paper-thin and see...

by Rachel Wallach The spine cracked open, revealing a world she would never know. Trapped inside the musings of someone else’s mind, the y...