Athregeum

by Elod Pal Csirmaz

“Don had just entered the tube connecting the room with the rest of the palace, when he heard a rumbling noise in the past.” See more »

by Elod Pal Csirmaz

They’d just escaped a geyser that inexplicably erupted from the ocean of the geologically inactive Europa, when Chad–the guy who loved beer, women and life, and wore a t-shirt that read “mate,” a pathetic double entendre of self-definition and favourite pastime–sitting unnaturally erect and white, announced that he was going to kill them all by having the ship trapped in the gravitational pull of Jupiter and burning it up in its thick atmosphere. See more »

by Elod Pal Csirmaz

The ship was half an hour early despite taking off about twenty minutes late. Don wondered why they didn’t schedule flights for shorter times if they could go that fast, but his mind soon drifted in anticipation of the tour among the wonders of Europa. It was a small group of only seven, and that included Ms Trudder, the guide. See more »

From now on, Athregeum will be appearing a day earlier, on Thursdays. We’ve taken a long and impartial look at the many things the magazine has achieved with your help, and as our new year’s resolution, decided to shake things up a little. This way you don’t have to choose between a nice evening in the pub and the latest instalment of captivating short stories! See more »

by Tony Rickaby

These stories are from a series which could be seen as an unknown art history. They describe an imaginary meeting, in a specific place at a specific time, between an important artist (in the sense of being crucial to the development of modern art) and an unknown ‘passer-by.’ The meeting has a crucial, though completely fabricated, influence on the artist’s creative development, and thus on the history of 20th century art. See more »