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“Potato Face” by Rhiannon A Grist

Potato Face stands in front of her bathroom mirror. Pasted round the edge are screengrabs of insta-models and make-up YouTubers.

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The corpses were washing down on the shore, brought by each relentless wave, piling up upon themselves, pathetic packets of

originally appeared in Three Crows Issue #5 Some years ago, when I was just a girl, my brother broke his

Bear? I ask my traveling companion. My teeth chatter so hard I’m afraid they’ll chop off my tongue. “Yes, Girl?”

The A.I. screamed, and I took that as a good sign. We’d given it a big dose of the latest

Going to the fair was always a winning date. Knock a few cans over, win an oversized lumpy teddy and

Stones. Put them in your mouth and suck them. Squeeze them in your hand so tight your fingers bleed. Sitting

We look after our own in this circus. As long as I’m ringmaster we always will. The Riggers turned up

Ieva didn’t take any nonsense from monsters. She’d met her first at the age of eight. The pathetic thing took