Athregeum

by Tony Rickaby

C. lies in bed, reading the newspaper. It’s depressing, of course: riots and riots and war and war. His wife, whom he really only married by chance, cooks breakfast. He supposes that she’ll be popping round to her mother’s later on in the morning. See more »

A J Kirby

I spent my twenties chugging along in mind-numbed cruise control, unaware of the fact that I was careering headlong into a brick wall. At the same time, I sat at my writing desk, full of lofty ambitions to be a great writer, but completely stuck for anything to write about. See more »

by A J Kirby

Despite the fact that the wind is chiselling the top layer of skin from my face, I stand outside and simply stare at our shop for a moment. Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder, people like my father say, but I’ve not been here for about two months and all I can think of when I see the place is the amount of times when as a child, my father made me stand out here with him, and he’d say: ‘one day son, this will all be yours.’ Like it or not. See more »

by Elod Pal Csirmaz

It may be more than ten years ago that I read an article in a periodical which I believe was the Scientific American. In some university, they prepared a sphere that, when switched on, set out happily to explore its surroundings. Humming nicely, it approached the nearest piece of furniture, pondered over its existence for a second, then turned and rolled away toward new adventures. See more »

by Elod Pal Csirmaz

HTML on screen, 430.0 x 428.0 px
Move your cursor among the balls to interact with them,
and watch them form dynamic symmetries! See more »