Andrey Writes

Ryan found public toilets fascinating in a way. Most people kept a façade of perfection, their bodily functions a well-guarded secret. None of it mattered when they came to a shared toilet, though. They were forced to concede that yes, they all held a rancid factory within themselves and yes, it mostly produced sewage.

Grotesque Magazine just published “The Unnatural Call” in their latest issue. It's a puerile comedy horror story.

You can buy a copy here. This is an affiliate link so some of the profits will go to me. Be warned, I will most likely spend it on beer.

“Knives is an interesting surname,” Laura said with a smile. She was resting her chin on her palm, staring dreamily into Stanley’s eyes.

Just had a bit of microfiction published at Zeroflash. You can read it here, though you may need to scroll down a little bit.

It's a silly story about doing what you do.

This story was originally published on Reddit and made into an animation by Tales of Tim on YouTube.

I was the first person to see the thing.

I only became aware of it when the light in my room started to dim. I looked up from my laptop and there it was, a thin humanoid form hunched upside-down next to the lamp.

I yelled. I tried to scamper away but my chair caught in the carpet and I simply toppled over, pulling the laptop down by its cable.

It didn't seem to notice. It fixated on my lamp, gingerly cupping it with charcoal-black fingers as if it was a rare insect. Then, it closed its hands and the light was out.


By that time, my brother had learned a few tricks himself. Instead of walking into the pub through the door, he unfolded from the gap between two floorboards. I had already bought the first round, so I just pushed his glass towards him.

This story got published a couple of months ago in May You, the Walter Swan Prize Anthology.

It's pretty limited circulation. I'm planning to try and reprint it somewhere so more people can read it. Watch this space.