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All The Ways... by Anita Goveas

All the ways as a 28-year-old woman with a Masters in Psychology you could now effectively rewrite the ending 1. When Benjamin Braddock...

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 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...

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...

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...

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,...

For You by William Hayward

He is standing still with the rain falling in stinging drops on his cheeks. The wind is blowing as wind does and tousles his hair around...

Fish Pie by Lee Wright

Heidi smiled for the first time in months, and I was afraid that it wouldn’t last. A woman at the next table asked to see the chef. Heidi...

No Place Like Home by Sophie Flynn

Molly kicks her heels together in too-small pumps. Shards of glass scatter around her as she looks at the church clock and sighs. Still...

Smog City by Tianna G. Hansen

Smog shrouds my city in a thick, yellow gauze. It clings to my eyes as I run, stinging them with tears. I squint, ...

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