Super Syd by Gavin Crippin

Syd bumps. Syd gets bump notes.  Lots. Four a week, most weeks. Syd had three on the same Wednesday last term.  “Record breaker!”  Everyone smiles.  Syd can’t remember why he…

The Last Petal to Fall by Katie Oliver

The sky is so green today, greener than it’s been for a long time. The sun bakes the earth hot and hard beneath our bare feet, while reptiles scuttle through…

Holy Smoke by Ben Tufnell

When Blake died, I saw his soul emerge from his body. At least, that’s what I assume it was. He took a final breath, a laboured drawing in of air, and…

Chaos Theory by Dawn Miller

I flip my dampened pillow and stretch my arms, the bed too wide for one. Through the window, starlings punch the sky in a liquid mass. A blood-orange sunset edges…

Quasimodo’s Garden by Donna Shanley

No silver bells for pretty maids in my eyrie of iron-tongued giants. I was molded in their humped likeness, but my voice was a broken clapper, a tortoise’s lurching cough;…

Mournography by Kathryn Aldridge-Morris

The Royal College of Music, a mile from your house, requests to keep windows closed to reduce sound transmission during the mourning period, for their Patron, Her Majesty the Queen;…

Fragile by PR Woods

Dr Martinelli sits behind his desk, stiff as a new-ironed soldier guarding a barricade. She sits, facing the man who isn’t a proper doctor, to her husband’s left, as always.…

Letter to J by Kerry Byrne

You were my first crush. With your long hair and olive glow. Exotic. Not like the fen boys in class with their shaven heads and acne. I looked for you…

Prepositions by Fran Parrotta

Imagine this. You are wandering without maps in the dark forest as twilight creeps in. You are sinking in the snow of a Siberian wasteland. You are drowning in an…