
Bulletproof by Claire Taylor
A week before kindergarten starts, the school sends an updated safety protocol. All students will be outfitted with bulletproof shields. They will be taught how to hold them over their bodies as…
A week before kindergarten starts, the school sends an updated safety protocol. All students will be outfitted with bulletproof shields. They will be taught how to hold them over their bodies as…
The day he vanished I saw him on the shuttle home like always; nodded, no chat. No-one chats after a fourteen-hour shift. The only green things in the plant are our overalls,…
My maid of honor Beth and I sit next to each other on the floor, amid beads and teal in the only shaded corner of the bridal suite. We have grabbed two…
I catch a glimpse of her, at least I think it’s her. Just something nudging at the corner of my eye as I run errands. I threw on gym clothes and trainers…
Artificial intelligence has come a long way in recent years, and one area where it has made significant progress is in the realm of creative writing. AI writing systems, AI writers or…
I’m emptying a piss-pot again. As I lift it over the rail, a sudden shift unsettles my feet and I nearly spill it back on myself. The sea is angry. Churning and…
September 5:Wake up in the driveway with a hundred spiders battening me down. From the tailpipe of Noah’s flatbed, one drip regards me with a glistening eye. It shakes a chill of…
The path was riddled with nettles. Thick bushels protruded from the ground, wavering in the coastal wind that pumped, relentless, from the cliffs below. I was underdressed, so you draped your coat…
My grandmother’s attic holds more yellow light and tinier hallways than it did in my youth. After dreaming of what is left of her, my feet froze when it was time to…
Shanna shivered in the cold wind that came off the sea and buffeted her small frame, leaning into the booming wind with an angry defiance reminiscent of her mummy’s scowl. It caught…
The whole high school felt the electric bass and guitar’s metallic reverb ripple over their skin, the pulse of the snare drum. The students drifted through soupy fog toward the echo of…
When I set up Ellipsis over five years ago, it started life on Twitter. It was my go-to place to publish content and socialise digitally. Since then I’ve made thousands of digital…