by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 8, 2019
Not Here Anymore Milton P. Ehrlich Yet I can still hear my musical alarm wake me up for work— Some day I’m going to murder the bugler, some day they’re going to find him dead. I see my white shirt hanging on the door, my empty shiny shoes lined up...
by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019
A Casual Sunday Tourist Lazarus Trubman As I get older, people and events disappear from my memory, but some, thank goodness, stay there forever. Like the story of a murder I never committed. It was in 1980, a Sunday at the end of February or in...
by Here Comes Everyone | Aug 27, 2019
Life Class Nick Knibb Sit still for a moment. Sit still. Imagine that you are doing this in front of a dozen strangers. Now picture yourself naked. No, don’t flinch; just sit there, composed, still, without breathing excessively, without...
by Here Comes Everyone | Dec 22, 2018
That Old Black MagicPamela Scott went down tothe woods lastnight, in the dark,moon shining above went down tothe darkest partof the woods,right into theold black heart went down, deepdown, until all thelight was gone, untilthe dark breathed around me went down to the...
by Here Comes Everyone | Nov 30, 2017
HCE received a lot of high-quality submissions for The Brutal Issue – sadly, too many to fit inside the magazine! So we offered some of our shortlisted contributors the chance to be published on our website. Keep an eye on our social media for more great writing like...