LEO DOULTON

Get out the nesting box. No, you can’t keep the egg. The egg is mine. And besides, other chickens might need the nesting box. How dare...

The Interactive Soup takes place 5 minutes from the Bank of England, deep within the City of London. Given that it is a gathering of...

Long time viewers will know that, on occasion, I unearth Shakespearean Histories by the somewhat lesser contemporary writer Gillian...

An empty white void. Three figures walk in - Ortrud the Operator, Cal the Conductor, and Dancing Dave. Ortrud wears a grungy hoodie and...

I'm very excited to be a part of the first issue of Voidspace! Some fantastic contributions to enliven your weekend. Also the Archive...

Once upon a time - all good stories begin with once upon a time - there was a great performer by the name of Pagliacci. Pagliacci had the...

And yet, today seems the right day for this doodle. Half a lie, half a lie, Half a lie onwards, Bringing the valley of Death Rode the...

Leo Doulton The story explores a static ritual: formal written exams, sat in silence, much like those my pensioner colleagues sat decades...

I wrote this short story as an experiment in writing in six dimensions. Hope you enjoy it! The Time Agent There are rules about writing...

NEW TREES See you soon! The stones roll beneath my feet. Fucking humans. New trees? There cannot be new trees. I must be imagining them....