What is Horror? | Guest Article by Gavin Gardiner

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.H.P. Lovecraft, ‘Supernatural Horror in Literature’ Now we have the obligatory Lovecraft quote out of the way, we can get on with figuring out what the hell horror really is. At least I… Continue reading What is Horror? | Guest Article by Gavin Gardiner


Together by Aimee Barry

Stumbling, past each day. Crumbling, is the world around me. Facing it, braving today, comfort in the togetherness, of the mess we’re in, a together-mess? Engulfed by a loneliness, too difficult to suppress. How long will this hell last, has the worst of it already passed? Do you think life will return to normal? Or… Continue reading Together by Aimee Barry


Biggest Fan, pt. 12 by Heather Taylor

“What did you want again?” Ceri half-shouted down the phone. She was queuing in a cramped café in the bustling heart of Paddington Train Station, winding her way around the tables and chairs like a conga line in slow motion until she reached the counter. Cherry, her wife of two-and-a-half years, had grown bored of… Continue reading Biggest Fan, pt. 12 by Heather Taylor


Cut by Abi Silverthorne

Cut up, was the body was on the sofa. Where it had been left. Its leg was bent at the knee and turned slightly outwards. An ankle dangled over the edge of the seat, the arch of a bare foot just grazing the fibres of the carpet.  There were tights that started at the hem… Continue reading Cut by Abi Silverthorne


Christmas Gift Guide for Writers

Stuck on what to buy the writer in your life this holiday season? Here are some ideas to inspire you! Once Upon A Time Card Game Using the cards, you can create your own fantastical story along with the other players. Who can use all the prompts they've been given and plot the most daring… Continue reading Christmas Gift Guide for Writers


Where the Gutter Flowers Wilt, pt. 1 by Kyle Summerall

Summer rain blankets the windshield, turning the parking lot into a canvas of mottled lights. I could never paint something so beautiful in its normality. Even if I had the time and the kind of thick paint that you couldn’t get at Walmart. The kind that came in the tubes with a screw off cap… Continue reading Where the Gutter Flowers Wilt, pt. 1 by Kyle Summerall