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I’m calling myself A.J. Moon and this project of mine Gasto. The best fiction confronts political models of humanity with counterfacts, and the potential contemporary readership is not to be underestimated. Gasto is an attempt to establish an online presence, to get my short stories out to the people who might like them, to open channels of dialogue with my readers and other contemporary writers.

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Signals

“To London now and it’s currently twelve degrees and cloudy over all parts of the city. Expect a high of sixteen this afternoon and cloud cover for the rest of the day, clearing this evening. It’s six o’clock.” Burying his head in wool against the radio static sky. White noise, capped from Windsor to Woolwich … » Read “Signals”

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Slice

The best haircut I ever got was from a guy called Slice. He worked at one of those barbershops with the red and white pole outside, all linoleum and piles of hair, scratched metal and postcards of exotic temples, bald monks in orange robes. Slice was a renegade, more than once losing a customer over … » Read “Slice”

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Untold

“Well, one day we’ll jam.” “Groovy. Here, I’ll get your number. So… what’s your name?” “Chris.” “What’s your full name?” “Chris Wade.” “Chris… Wade… Lovely. Oh hold up. Yello…” “Christopher Wade?” “Actually it’s Christian.” “Ha! Cool christian name, eh heh, heh heh!” “I’m glad you like it Roweeena!” “Evidently Nick just received instructions from head … » Read “Untold”

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Architecture

It’d been two months since Jimmy’s last hook-up. He’d met her on the dance floor at the Curtin Hotel and they’d gone home together to share a little skin. His friend Sarah had warned him not to get attached, but he had. Then she’d given him some real bad advice. “If you’re gonna chase this … » Read “Architecture”

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Wakes

Jack finds himself in the street with no idea how he got there. If he names the first moment: Where Am I; Nobody Here the second; and so on; but these muddy utterances slide opaque over reality never the same again. Nothing is familiar, and there’s a haze. Now it is strange, and it’s not … » Read “Wakes”

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