Short Story

  • Conscience

    Conscience

    Conscience   CWs: violence (non-graphic), mentions of death   The boy showed up at my doorstep with exactly one gun.   Not even a machine gun. Just a plain…

  • Home Is Where The Heart Is

    Home Is Where The Heart Is

    Anya sprawls over the patterned seats of the train, and all the tension in her body loosens. A small lamp is all the light she has. She cranes her…

  • The Prized

    The Prized

    It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer, eyes creaking open at a stray ray of the…

  • Under The Curtain 

    Under The Curtain 

    My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly calloused fingers draw the curtains closed, in a slow,…

  • The day… Tuesday!

    The day… Tuesday!

     “Tuesday,” I muttered to no one in particular as I rolled out of bed. The minimalist black and fawn clock on the far wall read nine minutes past eight.…

  • All The World’s A Stage

    All The World’s A Stage

    Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always the theatre’s lowest surface, but still below the stage…

  • Band Rehersal

    Band Rehersal

    Disclaimer: This piece is entirely a joke.   27/09 Hey, it’s been a while.  (Is Ivory high again?) Not much has happened really. A good chunk of my older…

  • Unopened Letters

    Unopened Letters

    The time is 2:56 am. On a ripped piece of card that peeks out of scattered papers, there is almost illegible handwriting. Letters are squeezed together and angular, and…

  • Midnight Snack

    Midnight Snack

    CW: Disturbing Everything was dark… No– wait. There was light. Somewhere.  I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it.  My hands reached around me. The texture of cotton…

  • Seagulls

    Seagulls

    When I was just a child, I’d have dreams.  Dreams of the crayon-coloured beaches,  Dreams of small stubs of fingers had drawn from five-dollar felts,  Dreams of seagulls.  Part…

  • Chew, Chew, Swallow

    Chew, Chew, Swallow

    The ability to taste what you are eating has benefits. One significant advantage is that you can tell if something is wrong with your food. This is not an…

  • When Grief Calls

    When Grief Calls

    “Hello?” 7 months, 20 days, and 2 hours had passed since she last called him 7 months, 20 days, and 2 hours since she allowed herself to turn on…

  • Sunsets

    Sunsets

    I once read a quote by Rumi – “true love transcends physical attraction.” By my own relationships, I know this quote to be true. When I threw my hat…

  • Library Shenanigans

    Library Shenanigans

    28/06 “Ebony, you really need to start preparing for your mock exams. What if you unexpectedly get cyanide poisoning two days before your exam and can’t sit it??!” Why…

  • Journal Entries for the Unmotivated

    Journal Entries for the Unmotivated

    23/04/2027 So close, yet so far – I forgot the assessment deadline, so I ended up failing. Wah wah, whatever. I hate law school. There is a pile of…

  • Back To Earth

    Back To Earth

    Esa was often right. It wasn’t something he liked to think about, but his intuition would always worm in, like larvae digging into the fruit of his flesh. Whatever…

  • Spellbound

    Spellbound

    “Hey, do you guys hear that?” But Marcus’s voice got lost in the music of the sea and radio. The Spellbound swayed gently under his feet, the deck littered…

  • Weighted Air

    Weighted Air

    Alone in the driver’s seat, the cold air pressed down around Neve in that particular way only silent night air could, tranquil and yet still bursting with possibilities. It…

  • Lost Souls

    Lost Souls

    She’s right here, she really is.    Her presence ever so warm, her smile warming the despair of three-thirty in the morning, peeking at him beneath their covers.  …

  • Asphodel Meadows

    Asphodel Meadows

    The stretch of elastic under the constant pressure; pushed against both ends by steady fingers. Slow. Whining.  I knew it would hurt when released, I closed my eyes so…