Rose Amelia Kelly

Attendance Allowance My father’s rented bungalow squats quietly on a row of identical buildings. The bushes are taller than the window...

Moli Lloyd Evans

At the End of the Phone She picks up. The voice asks her what she’s eaten, is she okay, how many steps were taken to the bus, was it cold...

Shannon Benson

What Stays Under There is a feeling of weightlessness in lying here, of floating in the ether. I often only feel the texture of the wood...

Leona Storey

Maple PROLOGUE The first sound Missy Miller could remember was the gunshot. You’d think that a ten-year-old would remember other sounds...

RDM Whittaker

Western Dawn 1 ‘The Inquisition send you?’ he asks, scraping the red poker out of a black brazier. You say nothing. The end of a scrawny...

C K Wetton

Song of the bug Segmented tankman with glass-noodle legs, we never stop questioning O monk’s louse, monkey-peas peasie-bug, doodlebug...

Luca Zedda

The Last Days of Narash I was on the way back to Narash when he arrived. We were returning from the fields, my sister Mereth and I. In...

E F McAdam

The Scots Valkyrie The psych ward was far too quiet. Asta edged towards one of the doors. Through the window she saw a patient, a young...

James Brady

Proud Titania 5 The front door to the apartment flew open, thumping the wall of Iris’s hallway as she slipped in behind her mother....

Erin MacNamara

What the Fire Gave Me They’re coming for me in the morning. I’ve got some time until then, I’d judge it five or six hours by the light....

Joseph Hunter

The Birds that are Caught After the opera Matthew knew he had to find a way of seeing Valentina again. Tom gave him the opportunity. A...

Elenia Graf

your brown leather boots (that i know you own because i saw them in a picture) have been on my mind for days scuffed leather stuffed with...

Joss Areté Kelvin

KEYS You can’t Breathe. Speak. Think. Moving too fast. Not getting anywhere. Lightning hits. Jolts. Spasm. Puppet body. You hear them...

Mary Trend

Divine It’s a beautiful afternoon; let’s rest a while. We can perch on the edge of this bell tower and watch the wash of the city beneath...

Danielle Elliott

A Rose from Dust ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was in 1803, whenas I was a novitiate at The Convent of the...

Kathryn Tann

Until We Arrive PART ONE, CHAPTER III ‘Oh Nance, are ya sick?’ Nancy was crouched on the floor between the two narrow beds, her back to...

C. A. Hannan

Heart of My Enemy Dad told me that if I ever saw a man in uniform I should run back to our basement. The soldier was only five feet ahead...

Georgia Way

Ars Poetica: Fishing The fish have exhausted me. All day I’ve been in the sun, catching nothing. See how the mesh of this net is too...

Paige Johnston

Ghosts of Summer CHAPTER FOUR The thought of Olive still unsettled her – the way she stared into the distance like she could see...

Probert Dean

Her Lady Ship The human wife glares as they wheel me up to the drawbridge. Glares more as her people, blacktrousers mainly, part to let...