The shock of her auburn hair captivated me. The colour of her eyes, like water over slate, took the air from my lungs. Suddenly I was motionless in the stream of rush hour pedestrians, watching incredulously as she approached. Like a vivid dream, I hardly dared blink in case I woke, my mind tumbling with… Continue reading Gone, Pt. 1 by Rachael Beasley
“Hello?” The question echoed into the distance, tumbling away into the void. She blinked once. She blinked twice. Yet all she could comprehend was complete, inky darkness. Her ears strained at the emptiness, attempting to catch a response. Yet none came. She was alone. “Hello?” she cried again, but still the only reply that came… Continue reading Beyond the Dunes by Em Beasley
Fleur wonders how Erika would respond to this news. Erika is not sympathetic to Fleur’s desire to sleep with men, and treats her with open contempt for this. Fleur had been invited to spend New Years Eve with Erika. When Fleur told her she had been invited to the bar with Yahya, Nathaniel, Joss and… Continue reading Bad Decisions, pt.2 by Emily Simpson
"Look at the clouds." "Clouds, really?" "Yes, there they are." "Sure." "Why can't you trust me?" The woman asked, anxiously. "I trust you." "You never like anything that I like," said the woman, bitterly. The man raised his brows and stood up heavily. Without uttering anything, he strode straight to the window where the woman… Continue reading The Curtain and The Clouds by Divyank Jain
Joss’s phone rings. The notification glows 'Fleur', which surprises him. The vibrations rock into his hand and he taps the green circle to answer. “Hey,” he says. He can hear her breath first, deep and slow. Then there’s the low rush of the night; cars pass, electricity hums. Her voice shakes. “Something’s happened, can you… Continue reading Bad Decisions, pt. 1 by Emily Simpson
I ask him what he likes to do. He tells me that he likes to kayak with his dad. He tells me he lives with his parents. He says he puts a good portion of his cheque every week towards his student loans and that they will be paid off soon. I tell him that… Continue reading Where the Gutter Flowers Wilt, pt.2 by Kyle Summerall
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’ http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/essays/shil.aspx 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
“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 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
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
