Happy International Womens Day to all our amazing female writers and readers! For too long, women have been told who to be. We want women to realise that they are in control of who they are, that they are not in competition with one another and that they can love what they’re told not to.… Continue reading Happy International Women’s Day!
*Trigger warning: sexual assault* It was late September, the last few of a series of beautiful autumn days before the rain set in until spring. It was a summer of endings in many respects, and yet many of the endings were long overdue. My mandatory education had ended in June, and with it ended my… Continue reading Park That Thought by Astrid Dorfman Dyrli | International Women’s Day Celebration
International Women's Day falls on Sunday 8th March 2020, and we want to amplify and celebrate the voices of creative and passionate women on Forever Endeavour all weekend. How can you get involved? We are encouraging submissions of poetry, fiction and non-fiction that bring light to issues and challenges faced by women, amazing accomplishments achieved… Continue reading International Women’s Day Celebration – We Need You!
ocean dances like the dirt bike on ridgacre road, lustful and longing and silent at noon. ocean pulls at my feet, collecting heavy steps and heartbreak for children to play with. ocean watches parents argue over where the wind catcher should go, whose turn is it to collect change, who will end up… Continue reading beachside caravan park by Beth Phillips
Ceri's shoulders tensed and she sucked in a sudden breath as a harsh pitter-patter of hot rain hammered down on her back. There was no time to wait for the water to steady and reach an acceptable temperature, the school bus was to arrive in less than half an hour and Ceri had procrastinated through… Continue reading Biggest Fan, pt.4 by Heather Taylor
Each day I see the many ways in which we impact the people around us; and they, us. From when we feel compelled to tell them what we think, to us wanting them to voice their opinion. We seek to not only affect them, but also their validation. We feel incomplete having not told them.… Continue reading The Handprints Inside Us by Afrah Bari
Leaves falling from the tree Following in the footsteps of unknown Crumbling up into memories Of the unseen People walking by Towards money and fame Not being able to see What they step on What they spend on Crumbling the leaves Memories of seeds Break into pieces Stepping on hearts Of the people that are… Continue reading Life by Sultan Sajid
I don't have much to offer, only two restless eyes, all the music I’ve heard and a great hunger for life and understanding. I can't give you more because I don’t have it. I haven't earned the right to have it. I must admit, I don't like when I’m wrong, I hate the… Continue reading Offer by Juan Bautista Correa
Twisting and turning is all I seem to be doing lately. Grabbing at the sheets, so they replace the warmth that you stole. Drifting into an uneasy dream, constantly brushing off the sweat on my brow. Waking up to a silent house isn't as relaxing as people make it out to be. I was told… Continue reading Fevers of the Sleepless by Afrah Bari
They were walking towards Squirrel Fishnets’ house. Todd hadn’t really said 'come with me', and Mrs Tiddles hadn’t just disappeared inside for her thick walking shawl for going out just like that either; in fact they exchanged a rather unaesthetic dialogue for some time. This may have included Todd going totally against the theme of… Continue reading Todd the Toad, pt.2 by George Butcher