Extract | The Governesses by Anne Serre tr. Mark Hutchinson
Anne Serre (tr. Mark Hutchinson) The Governesses ‘One less,’ thought the elderly gentleman to himself as he folded up his…
Archive | Leaving School—XI by Ann Quin
The following piece by the post-war experimental writer Ann Quin (1936-1973) was originally published in the July 1966 issue of…
News | The Republic of Consciousness Prize for Small Presses 2019
Last night the winners of The Republic of Consciousness Prize for Small Presses were announced, with this year’s announcement signalling…
Interview | David Keenan | For The Good Times
After a career as a music writer spanning more than 20 years, David Keenan released his first novel This Is…
Interview | Amy Sackville
Back in March at the London Book Fair earlier this year, Vanessa Wheeler sat down with the author Amy Sackville…
Fiction | The Mercedes by Anna Kavan
For some reason taxis are always scarce in my district. Late on a wet night, the few there were would certainly be engaged, if their drivers weren’t already sitting comfortably at home in the warm. So I was worried about getting one for M, who’d looked in earlier in the evening on his way to visit a patient. He’d seemed quite happy talking about the wonderful big Mercedes he was going to buy as soon as he had enough money, and the wonderful time we were going […]
Flash Fiction | Never Fall For That by Rebecca Lilly
“Clarify your intent,” — Lama Chopra, our meditation teacher, rang the bell for us to sit — “the Reaper was…
Spotlight II: Dostoyevsky Wannabe
The London Magazine has long been a champion of emerging writers and independent publishers, stretching back to the 1950s and…
Archive | Fiction | Silvio by Arturo Vivante
First published in the June 1970 edition of The London Magazine (Vol. 10, No. 3) Like a statue too…
Fiction | On His Own Ground by Vis Nathan
First published in the December 1976/January 1977 of The London Magazine (Volume 16, No.5) Gopal entered his cubby-hole surrounded…
Fiction | Just for Five Minutes by Alla Melenteva
It was an early May day. The war was considered over, though it had not yet been officially declared. A…
Fiction | The Word Necklace by Suzannah V. Evans
The word necklace was intricate, beautiful. When she put it on it felt light, beautiful, as if she were wearing…
Fiction | A Third Presence by Nadine Gordimer
When Rose and Naomi, daughters of poor Rasovsky the tailor, left school in the same year there was no discussion…
Fiction | Alone with the Tide by John Saul
At last. Dismissing all fiction, I come clean. The figure coming into focus, in that smart black and grey coat,…
Fiction | Quiet Mountain by Sally Jubb
They got on at Vico Equense. The carriage was almost full, but the two of them managed to squeeze into…
Fiction | The Old Men Who Row Boats by David Joseph
In Madrid, not far from the great museums that line the streets, old men row boats in the morning hours…
Fiction | About You by Marjorie Main
Early on a Saturday morning in October I met Vivian at Liverpool Street Station. Stevie had a painting in an…
Fiction | Beloved by Roger Raynal
That morning, when Ryoji woke up, fired from sleep by a strident, but usual sound, he refrained from opening…
Fiction | We Walk to Dissect by Laura Davis
There are bulls everywhere, a mass of black parading around the fence. The grass is yellower where their feet trample,…
Fiction | The Sinners’ Corner by Mark Sadler
I returned to work on a dismal Tuesday morning, emerging from the main entrance of London, Fenchurch Street, railway station…
Fiction | Sylvia Plath Watches Us Sleep, But We Don’t Mind by Victoria Richards
‘Sylvia Plath Watches Us Sleep, But We Don’t Mind’ was the third prize winner in our Short Story Competition 2017.…
Fiction | Mr. Cahill by William Roberts
The little party wandered slowly along the rows of the hillside garden, pausing in the warm afternoon Northern California…
Fiction | Asma by Dur e Aziz Amna
Dur e Aziz Amna received second prize in our Short Story Competition 2017. The year Asma moved in with us, we…
Fiction | Crete by Cameron Stewart
‘So. What do we want today?’ I’m sitting in my local barbers chair, caped up like a clown – my…
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