FIRED UP ANEW

(mostly) short fiction by samuel butchart

Nature Strip

Herman X. was woken up again this morning by a squad of lawn mowers, leaf blowers, whipper snippers and vacuum cleaners, which came...

samuel butchart

Jun 30, 20218 min read

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I have always had a problem with specificity. But you can’t be sure what I mean by that, can you? I haven’t been very specific. You’re...

samuel butchart

May 12, 20214 min read

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I stood by the door listening for signs of higher intelligence, but the world was unspeaking, except for the crickets, invisible...

samuel butchart

Mar 26, 20216 min read

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The boy was bored. He drifted down the long white corridor and came across a small room; the door was wide open and inside was empty. The...

samuel butchart

Mar 25, 20212 min read

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One rainy summer afternoon in 1998, me and a boy who lived down the street were throwing mud at each other inside the skeleton of a...

samuel butchart

Mar 23, 20213 min read

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For as long as I can remember, I have always been a worrier. The first time I really worried about something – the first Big Worry – was...

samuel butchart

Mar 23, 20214 min read

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What is "fired up anew?" The coiner of this tantalising phrase was not me but the British novelist and journalist Will Self. A few years...

samuel butchart

Mar 23, 20211 min read

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