Mary died on August 12th at 04:13am. I was there when her husband, John, found her later that morning after he returned home from a nightshift. John was devastated. He promised himself that he would catch the murderer, and when he did, he would make sure they paid for what they did to his wife.… Continue reading The Murderer by Ellie Fiander
A split second later, Paul not knowing where this sudden urge for commandership arose reached for John’s jacket attempting to retrieve his phone. John instinctively battered his arm away. Paul couldn’t help himself, like some sort of power surged through his body, an inner knowledge knowing he had to win this argument. He shoved John… Continue reading Life Can Change in a Second by Tamerice Luke
Ceridwen Hillam watched the blurred fields of flowers and wheat fly by, mesmerized by their gloriously bright colours. Stunning reds and yellows selflessly flung themselves at the passing cars; gentle shades of green and beige balanced the painting. Strips of shadows regularly dimmed her view every time they drove beneath a bridge or through a… Continue reading Biggest fan, pt. 1 by Heather Taylor
Many people have heard of short stories, but less have heard of, or tried to write flash fiction. We're here to tell you the difference and inspire you to give both a go! Short Story A short story is exactly what it says on the tin - a whole story created and written in a… Continue reading The difference between Short Stories and Flash Fiction
Decent for the first time in a stretch of odd days, Arpan looked around the farmhouse searching for a more productive way to spend his day. He had been drinking heavily ever since his family left him last Tuesday out of a big brawl and, as he looked around the house, he saw many things… Continue reading The Mourning Beckons of an Amicable Voice by Suchismita Ghoshal
III Hamberie was rural farm in Calvados, northern France. The farm was bounded on one side by a small river and what looked like a retired railway crossing on the other which, if followed just four miles east, would take you to the little town of Falaise, home of William the Conqueror’s Château. The… Continue reading De la Ferme; or, Of the Farm, pt. 2 by Tom Gorst
I Marianne’s younger sister, Rosie, was in the kitchen at the time trying to tend to his arm, but she was quite useless. He stood hunched over the sink, pressed against the cool brass cover of the countertop which ran along its edge. They’d succeeded in getting him to respond, however meekly. “I… I’m… Continue reading De la Ferme; or, Of the Farm, pt. 1 by Thomas Gorst
