MIR Editor

  • LET ME GO, FOR THE DAWN IS BREAKING by Arianna Reiche

    We had to go out, head toward the water and then maybe over to Leith, because the angel was back, fighting Dad in front of the flat, just really kicking the shit out of him

  • THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF BAD MEN IN THE WORLD, by JL Bogenschneider

    Francine chased her cereal with the spoon, while in the other room Cornice received another hiding. The milk had overwhelmed the wheat flakes and they were soggy and broken down.

  • MY DIRTY WEEKEND, by Anne Goodwin

    If he met her, I know he’d find her charming. Doesn’t everyone? But I won’t taunt myself with doomsday prophecies. I won’t let her gate-crash my dirty weekend.

  • ON THE PHONE WHILE BLACKBERRY-PICKING, by Georgie Evans

    She called as I was turning the corner of Churn Lane. I put up my hood, put my back to the wind, to save her from asking me to repeat myself. What are you up to?

  • OFF THE RUNWAY, by David Plans

    It’s three in the afternoon, and the flight from Hong Kong has not been kind.