Anna Burke

The Singing Worlds—Novel Extract An hour before first light, Zeth rises, dresses without a lantern, packs his bag, and brews a flask of...

Abigail Shaw

The Ambulance I’m not that skeleton they found. I’m not the pile of naked branches in which children have built their second homes. I...

Andrew Kelly

Grande Luca Chapter One I received a phone call. It was a local to home number, an English number. However, I was in Portovenere, where...

Zoë Wells

The Hot Box INT. HOT BOX – DAY – 7TH AUGUST 1976, PARIS There’s a fly somewhere. Every twenty seconds it buzzes, lands, quietens long...

Weng-U Pun

‘2098’ Chapter 1 Jade had stayed up all day again. She watched the small sliver of sky from her shuttered window go from pigeon-grey to...

Su Ormerod

The White Room ‘As a white wall cuts itself into pages in the shadows, she finds herself stepping into the room as an idea in the...

Sam Burt

Conner and Mo This is what not knowing your luck looks like: a spacious living/dining room in a Victorian house in North London, on a...

Ruby Martin

The Minute Before Sleep In the minute before sleep, the words in my head took me down an unfamiliar street. I had been remembering the...

Nick Guidez

AFTER TIME ONE/AFTER I was walking in a leafy southern suburb of London when a scene devolved in front of me in almost perfect silence. A...

Natalya Edwards

Ghost Directory (abridged) 1. Five years, ten months and a day before. We’re sitting in your back garden eating ice cream. It was the day...

Melanie Johnson

‘Speaking from Experience’ Three Monologues The Last Word Hello, love, it’s your mother. Awful I can’t see your lovely face. What can we...

Marilyn Westenhouse

Somalia—December 1976 The crests of the silver dunes shimmered over darkened troughs. The night breeze spilt trickles of burnished grains...

Lucie Vovk

Preserves I write this all in the present tense because every time I make risotto I am seventeen, hungry, and she is immortal. Crowded...

Louise Berger

It Was Bound to Happen Eventually ‘They showed up and popped up that fence,’ the woman says as she stacks the donuts in the little pastry...

Kaylen Forsyth

Later, Pond won’t look the way it looks now. Sunrays streak when afternoon hits. As a child, I did not know this, how Pond came to be...

Joseph Coffey

Aileen and I Rising from the treeline at the bottom of the gently sloping allotments stand the bare skeletons of four new flat...

Isabelle Connolly

The Edge of America Six sleeping pills, three hours sleep and fourteen hours into an eighteen-hour journey. It was early in the evening,...

Haley Lawson

Typhoon A typhoon was coming. Amelia could feel it in the air. The wind twisted the trees and sent chimeras flailing into the...

Grey Marlow

Peach Pit Flat 3, Butchers Works Harry Belafonte’s ‘Shake, Shake Señora’ blasts from your speaker after Lauren puts on her ‘Boogie...

Georgie Brooke

In the darkroom The monobath stains our lips a bitter blue an impression of a field I’ll never see again-your wide eyes develop right in...