Niall Cunniffe

Added on by Niall Cunniffe.

Bus stop. She on her phone, alone. The other, widowed. “Don’t you ever look away?”
Home. She, holding her hand. The other, holding life.

Rory Gleeson

Added on by Rory Gleeson.

On her 34th Valentine's Day alone, Loreta had had enough. She put on a dress, did her hair, visited an animal shelter and killed a puppy.

Roman Licursi

Added on by Roman Licursi.

The soldier stood, and my breath ceased. The other children kept their heads down, hoping for a crumble of bread, but I knew better.

Hannah Ström

Added on by Hannah Ström.

Christmas Eve she walked out into the snow and disappeared. The children were told that she fell in love with Santa Claus and moved north.

Alan Farmer

Added on by Alan Farmer.

Rain burst from the clouds and the mud licked his brand new Nikes. She poured motor oil into his pack of sneaker wipes. Sweet revenge.

Jeanette O'Donnal

Added on by Jeanette O'Donnal.

Forever lovely her face remains in my soul. A Buddhist monk said she’ll return. What he did not say broke my heart. She lives next door.

Alex Valente

Added on by Alex Valente.

Border officer: Anything to declare?
Traveller: Does undying devotion to travel puns count?
Border officer: ...you just crossed a line, kid.

Lauren McLeod

Added on by Lauren Mcleod.

On a fresh, wet October night, low clouds glow by the moon. Burnt leaves coat my breath. His pawprints linger on the slate floor. Temporary.

Elizabeth Cackett

Added on by Elizabeth Cackett.

The great raven stood, its eyes meeting mine. I held my breath, but the invitation to stay was declined.

Justine Polkinghorne

Added on by Justine Polkinghorne.

Visions of pulverised, green feathers filled Julian's head as he watched the wax-eye dance, and again, heard the grinding of the weed eater.

Denise Monroe

Added on by Denise Monroe .

Growing up in a spiritualist household she was used to strange things but nothing explained the gentleman sitting on her bed when she woke.

Andy McCormick

Added on by Andy McCormick.

There was an oddly bitter bite to that half-eaten Bakewell, so he went in to sweeten his tea. Back outside, the dog buckled and died.

Peter Yeoh

Added on by Peter Yeoh.

His nails were hard and tough, bark-like, and cracked easily. He wished he could give his nails, and marriage, a varnish of red, or orange.

John Moriarty

Added on by John Moriarty.

Leo eyed Kermit in the mirror and chuckled.
He loved saving his best disguises for DiCapri-Con.

 

Evert Asberg

Added on by Evert Asberg.

The post-apocalyptic silence was broken only by far away groans, penetrating from deep bunkers of ex-dictators watching porn.

Giles Ward

Added on by Anealla Safdar.

Her lunch-hour opens with a one-shot latte, M&S Meal Deal and novel packed with passion, romance and adventure. In the end nothing happens.

Anuradha Sinha

Added on by Anuradha Sinha.

Sweat beads on his forehead. A sigh breaks into my name. A teardrop appears. His face falls on mine. I lick his tear pearl. Love is made.

Jennifer Worrell

Added on by Jennifer Worrell.


A bird nests in our front door wreath. The children turn the knob to peek. Shattering commotion!