Some Of The Items You Requested From Santa Are Currently Unavailable And Substitutions Have Been Made by Jude Potts, Christmas pudding latte

All My Finery— the presents you bought me, and what they cost

The Hooghly Review - "The Liberation of Anita Muff" by Jude Potts

VOL. 50: A Priate’s Love is a Rum Do — Paranoid Tree Press

The Shockwaves From Killing Santa

Always Read The Fine Print At The Back Of Code Witch™ Contracts – Jude Potts

‘Get ‘em while they’re young, hot and naive, that’s the secret.’ The expensive suit and handmade shoes don’t disguise Danny’s cheapness. ‘You got ‘em for life, then, see? Bleed ‘em dry.’

Only Fangs

A woman in a green kaftan wants to use my womb for an Etsy craft project. A light-fitting. It will “cast a diffuse pink glow

 For sale, one womb, unused. Buyer collects.

For this, I had to use 3 randomly generated prompts: a Town Cut off from Everything, a Hotel Cleaner, & Severe Headache 
"It made the locals more comfortable, calling her the Cleaner, so she played the part. She’d be back later to tidy this mess."

Tourist Season, Exodus.

Salvatore was a charmer. His coiled moustaches quivered as he gave his impassioned pitch. Later, Margot would come to believe she’d been hypnotised by that vibrating facial hair. 

Hiring That Surrealist Architect Was A Huge Mistake

"It’s three months since I first killed a man, four since I got laid."

Petit Mort: Or Romance Isn't Dead

Her heart’s a barely ticking thing because you were the space between beats, the hope, the dreams, the heat that kept her heart beating in time. 

And hasn’t she tried to unjam it? 


A jammed up heart can't keep its beat, so how can time heal it?

One child born aboard ship was considered good luck, but a dozen pirates with morning sickness had dented the Nancy’s fearsome reputation, and the ship’s sawbones was reeling from a month spent removing squalling brats from battle-worn bilges. 

When The Ugliest Baby In Spunk-Water Nancy's Pirate Creche Must Be Sacrificed To Save The Ship, Pegleg Meg Smeg Isn't Happy With The Parrot's Decision.

She was cracks, she was chips and crazing. Something to be discarded. But broken things have beauty. Damaged things have strength. 

A Kintsugi Heart

Irreverent silliness
Just because my fears are vivid and detailed. Not just vague ‘rats’ but specific, red-eyed, rabies-infected rats wearing top hats and monocles. Doesn’t make them less scary. More so, I’d say.

Therapy? Bring On The Zombie Chicken Apocalypse 

Short Story in UP Hunger Anthology:Girls like broken biscuits, carelessly neglected and tossed by life, roll pale babies back and forth on the faded patch of grass outside, leaving vapour trails of sweet smoke, flavoured with fruits they can’t afford

Marginalia; or If This Is Supposed To Be Levelling Up I Think The Tories Need A New Spirit Level

Highly Commended by Free Flash Fiction judge competition 19: wise and dreamlike story told in nautical metaphors


Over Her Heart A Tattoo: Here Be Dragons

From WestWord Hope Edition : The music was so loud that Parliament closed. They couldn’t hear themselves plot, finagle or filibuster. They blustered and bellowed, shook their ruddy chins, shook their feeble fists. But no one was listening.



The Revolution Begins With an Empty Can Of Paint

(p186) Bunny White did not take well to scrutiny. Rumours swirled, and the public
swallowed them down like girls drank Bunny’s product. Bunny would crack,
Bunny would tell all. Bunny knew where the bodies were buried. 

Judith Potts

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