Fiction

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

Fiction

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

Poetry

Shopping Centre by Rebecca Samura

I know it scared you every time our eyes lit up.Little hands reaching for shiny plastic and colourful lights.Can we get it?It hurts you to say no.Others looked on, watching the show.Your self doubts and insecurities magnified by what you thought, they are thinking.We ask again. you say no, again.There is only so long, little… Continue reading Shopping Centre by Rebecca Samura

Fiction

The Kimberley by Debi Savage | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2020

The world ended on a Sunday. Sunday 18th of July, 2028.  10:37am. It’s ironic if you think about it: a big bang created the Earth and all the creatures that live on it; four and a half billion years later those same creatures develop a big bang of their own and destroy their beautiful home.… Continue reading The Kimberley by Debi Savage | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2020

Fiction

Life Matters by Meverly Adjhei Benjamin | Black History Month Celebration

Looking at the screen, she found herself wondering about many different things. And none of them were related to her work, which she had abandoned for the last half an hour. Most of all she thought of all the bewildering things that were happening around the world and the Black Lives Matter in particular. Even… Continue reading Life Matters by Meverly Adjhei Benjamin | Black History Month Celebration

Poetry

Siren by Serena Piccoli

to Alexandra They started whirling the rumour I was a MonsterHad been swimming around me till I drank it As it washed away the sea flowers in meI became the Monster Couldn’t lie on the rock among the othersNor in the silvery foam Anticipation drowned:You wouldn’t get to me, trapped in the continuous storms of… Continue reading Siren by Serena Piccoli

Poetry

fever dreams of an insomniac, lying next to you by Aidan Harvey

We are unsleeping. Pick-axe eyes,plastered rheumy,bore into ceilings,furthereach passing of night."Awaken": unsure,did sleep ever find us, legs celtic knotted,tendrils of hair veiling my vision -or has this Witching hourtaken captives of us? In moments eyelids kiss,we apple-bob into unconsciousness, return with secondsora lucky minuteof hazed half rest, cruelfalse prophecies of dreamsnever to come. Traitor legs… Continue reading fever dreams of an insomniac, lying next to you by Aidan Harvey

Fiction

Cobwebs by Richard Hooton | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2020

What's the difference between a spider’s web and a cobweb? One’s a sticky trap to catch prey, the other abandoned to dust. Such clean creatures, spiders, their surroundings neat and tidy. Only when they’ve departed does their web degenerate. You can learn so much when you’ve only your computer for company. She’s gone. Everyone I’ve… Continue reading Cobwebs by Richard Hooton | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2020

Poetry

Impeccable Picture by Himanshu Singh

The picture hanging on a wall, reminiscing timeless moments of a past. Memories are immortal unlike us, stay longer with us than humans do. The picture illustrating everlasting treasures of life, pushing us into cherishing them unless we are alive. Manifests splendid time we've had together. People may come and go, nevertheless what remains perpetual… Continue reading Impeccable Picture by Himanshu Singh

Fiction

The Great Fire by Milly Webster | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2020

My room is filled with a faint orange glow. I know it is not daylight due to it not being bright enough to make out the beams and thick velour curtains around my bed. Am I dreaming? It is perhaps four o’clock in the morning and our maid is rousing me, telling me of a… Continue reading The Great Fire by Milly Webster | Shortlisted Entry Short Story Competition 2020