june 05 2016 by Stapleton Nash
i am gathering up a jury of dead things; some you killed and some that died to make room for you. those dead things, they lie cold and...
Preferred Candidate by Lyndsay Wheble
Jane typed a new name onto the top of her CV: Cassandra Watts. At Education, she paused, and then typed the names of her children’s...
Unwanted by Laura Besley
Plates of carefully selected finger food provide the only colour in the pub’s function room. Monochrome people stand around, splashes of...
A Quiet Morning by Simran Saul
The fresh cut grass; with no sign of mourn. The sunshine’s out, with no sign of mourn, and no sound of rain greeting my greenhouse. The...
A Spoonful of Sugar by Freya Norley
Inside Esther’s shop the air was a deliberate cloying, grassy scent that stuck to the back of the throat. She liked to keep customers a...
A School Photograph by Sally Shaw
I’m sat at the front on the wooden bench normally used in PE for step-ups or balancing on. We’re in the big hall, the floor is wood and...
I Walked 10,000 Worlds for You - A True Story by Barbara Lovric
The first time she noticed? Rachel couldn’t remember. A week ago, or ten. There, at the bottom of her short drive, a lone cigarette butt,...
Rose Adair by Robert Boucheron
Seven testimonials for a popular instructor Rose Adair came to her seminar prepared, with a typed lesson plan, spare pencils, enough...
Up, Up and Away by Lee Hamblin
Reasons why tonight I’m going to run away from the circus. 1. Whilst clowns without waxy make-up and oversized outfits don’t look...
The Ward by William Hayward
The hospital room was crowded. Bed after bed pressed together with people lying like flies on their backs. At night you could hear them...
Saltwater by Laura Besley
Elspeth is shaking out a checked blanket to lay on a sandy patch of beach when Beth yells, ‘Mummy, it’s Joe,’ and runs down to the gangly...
Not Such A Good Idea by Arthur Davis
Chris Boren decided to take a stand, and along this barren strip of tarmac in the Black Rock Desert, a semi-arid region of lava beds and...
Voices by Simran Saul
I came to show that I am no longer a failure. Their words coated with sweet nectarine. A false friendly encounter. But the voices inside...
The Curse by Georgia Whitehouse
I think it was a wise man that once said, the creative mind was a blessing and a curse, and how could that be anything but true, when it...
The Keeper of the Light by Lee Hamblin
Beneath icepick rain and a moon shining blue, the old seaman wades through knee-deep saltwater. It drools inside his rubber boots,...
A Better Job by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
I strode hurriedly into the McDonalds I normally don’t eat junk food but I had only ten minutes for lunch The boss was killing me with...
Spotlight by Lori Cramer
Head down, long locks corralled by a baseball hat, the bassist plucks his Gibson Midtown as if oblivious to the adoring crowd. He’s not...
Zones by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
I live in two zones In one I see the damage that mental illness wreaks In the other I see through to the person beneath I see Tiffany...
Life During Wartime by Robert Beveridge
Midnight. You roam the apartment restless, too tired and bronchitic to sleep. Every cough the kick of a sniper's rifle. You storm a beach...



















