A magazine for new writers

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...

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...

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 came to show that I am no longer a failure. Their words coated with sweet nectarine. A false friendly encounter. But the voices inside...

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...

Right now he's just another young man walking down his street, through his hometown, near the city, and no one is looking at him. No...

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...

People walking along the hectic streets. People running around our majestic parks. Humans talking to loved ones quite loudly on...