by Tavinder New The rays of the sun were appeared in the distant sky, like a flower opening up its...
by Darren Rodwell Friends are a blessing Friends can be a curse Friends can, should be, very diverse Friendship...
by Claire Buss (Extract from her short story, Ye Olde Magick Shoppe) Fortunately, Fred was on main gate duty so...
by Jenny Gibson ‘I’m so sorry.’ That’s what everyone says. But it doesn’t matter who says it or how they...
by Philip Shamplina Unrecognizable — what have they done How long will it be before it becomes a slum? Upton...
by Erin Victoria We glanced towards each other, fear obscuring our features. Each face was the same as the next,...
by Alwyn Gornall I ran from the roar of life like a frightened beast, away from the hard-angled city, to...
by Philip Charter Pen to Print Short Story Competition 2018/19 Runner-Up “The hare is on the move for the 20:53,...
by Tomas Beranek Pen to Print Short Story Competition 2018/19 Runner-Up This is what I remember from the afternoon she...
by Christopher Whyte Pen to Print Poetry Competition 2018/19 Highly Commended. Somewhere along the Estuary, We sit for a long while....