Read Mark's story, The Lion Slide, now!Was there any particular park you had in mind while writing this story?It’s an amalgam of two parks near where I live. Were there any good ghost stories or local legends where you grew up?I asked my wife about this and she told me about St Wistan.In 849 AD, after he was...

Oli and Craig sat on the wall outside Burgon’s News, the newsagents at the edge of Gildeen park, eating crisps. “You ever hear the story about the lion slide?” said Craig, through mouthfuls of Ready Salted.“Hasn’t everybody?” said Oli. “Used to freak me out. But then I grew up.”The lion slide in Gildeen park had...

—Ellie Black

The April issues of Foofaraw Zine is here!While I know it's horribly late, I didn't want to let Tony's beautiful cover art go to waste... Of course, all stories will be published for free on the web throughout the month, but paid supporters receive a PDF/EPUB with all of the month's stories at the beginning of the...

Welcome back to another excellent week of comics and... not much else. That doesn't mean it's a complete waste of a week though. There are still some decent shows returning and a couple albums that might be worth checking out... The Media Guide | FoofarawYour weekly guide to the movies, shows, comics, and albums...

Read David's story, Out of the Band, now!Are you a musician yourself? Absolutely not. No talent, not enough patience. But I am a life-long music obsessive, record buyer and attendee of obscure gigs. Indie, reggae, synthpop, punk, electronica, rock, rave, a bit of metal, house, hip-hop (nineties vintage), goth, more...

It was a dry, dead patch of landWhere even the pebbles shriveledBeneath the scorching sunBut you said we could make it growAnything, something, everything You said it wouldn’t be too hardTo dig a well, and carve a canalTo install vapor towers and solar shieldsOn our hands, blisters formed and burst In mockery of...

Galen walked from the fog of dry ice and on to the stage like he always did, owning it, until there was only the mic stand between him and his people. But there was no roar this time, no blinding spotlight, no desperate desire in the eyes of the boys and girls pressed against the barrier. There were no waves of love...

Catch up!Matthew BurbridgeThe story so far:Last issueStart from the beginning

Big news this week! The Media Guide disappeared a bit (again) there for awhile, but for good reason. We are officially launching The Media Guide web app for subscribers at the [+] and Patron tiers. This newsletter will continue being sent for folks that want it, but if you are more interested in an app-like...

Read George's story, The Bug, now!What does The Bug mean to you?It means a lot of things to me—imposter syndrome, social malaise, suppression of anxiety—but more than anything it really is about a bug. Sometimes it feels as though you lack all control or agency in your life, and that something else (a bug, in this...

NOTE: This is not a story about me. This is a story about The Bug.There is a bug inside my brain. I believe it is a spindly little thing with long legs. It pokes and prods at different parts of me and anyone who sees me is none the wiser. The Bug was not always there; when I was younger, there was no bug at all. I...