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26 January 2013

Saerching Pride by Kate Murray

Justin sat in the black leather chair and slowly turned one way and the other in a strangely graceful motion. The repetitive movement calmed him, but every pass of the ...

23 January 2013

Rescue Me by Jane Ayres

“I don’t know what to do, Sal. I’m at my wit’s end.” I was sitting in the pub with my best mate, having a quick drink after work and pouring out ...

22 January 2013

Six Fingers by Sally Pumford

I know it is early because the paraffin stove has flickered to a blue flame, and although our hut is still dark, I can see my hand if I put ...

21 January 2013

Working Together by author of The Desolate Garden, Danny Kemp

There was a man lovingly tending his garden one day when a passerby stopped and admired his craft. The stranger, an Englishman, stopped and glanced, then finding a need to ...

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21 January 2013

Why Write? by Author of The Desolate Garden, Danny Kemp

I wrote my first book when I was in my late fifties, it was never published. My second came at the age of sixty-two. It is being made into a ...

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21 January 2013

Sorry by Neal James

Michael O’Reilley was going to apologise to his family. Apologise for all the wasted years he had inflicted upon each of them, and somehow beg their forgiveness for the emotional ...

20 January 2013

The City Sniffed Awake by Debbie Walsh

Un-silence ascended into the coded and indecipherable damp morning air. Shuttered cafes disbarred their nightly solitudes and clattered awake. Passers-by hemmed en route for breakfast, to work in offices, bistros, ...

19 January 2013

Calling Out by Debbie Walsh

1. Calling out the words vibrate dust and clatter down towards where you are – You shout out and your light-step cuts through the anxiety of waiting. What is it? I need the loo Looking ...

18 January 2013

New Moo by Nan Lundeen

New Moo By Nan Lundeen Dangerous doldrums can take hold this time of year when nights stretch as long as Rumplestiltskin's nose and the warmest spot in the house is buried ...

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18 January 2013

What I Want to Say by Michaela Gratton

What I want to say is how much you hurt me, How much you betrayed me when you left. What I want to say is how much I miss you, Even though you ...

14 January 2013

Author for the Zul Enigma, J M Leitch writes The Shell

“Every time I look at you, you’ve got your head stuck in that damn book.” He lifted that head, and a very handsome one it was too. He grinned. The impossible ...

14 January 2013

Mystic by Georgina M Parker

The day I said ‘yes’ feels like a dream to me now. I can’t remember the feeling of happiness or my chest quivering, I just remember that it did and ...

10 January 2013

It Was Not Love by Holly Aspey

She looked nothing like her picture. Not that I was expecting her to turn up in black and white, but it must have been at least 10 years out of ...

9 January 2013

No Need by Jim Barrass

No need to Worry or wonder What’s wrong When I’m walking And hearing The silence That falls Between Footsteps that Stop Now I’m home. ...

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8 January 2013

A Meteoric Rise by Jim Barrass

Where the daylight never reaches and the Present never touches, linger long in Shadows of the past, await the Future night to come, And so, they come, these sons of misbegotten Light, these false pathfinders ...

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7 January 2013

Meteoric Rise by Jim Barrass

A meteoric rise, they said And hailed their Hero hoisted high upon Their shoulders, make him greater than themselves An easy thing for them to do. They never knew the truth? That meteors fall? And ...

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25 December 2012

You’re by Mari Dunning

Like cinnamon, hot and exotic. So sweet, like earth, warm, deep and dark - I could make you my home like a meerkat in the Kalahari desert burrows underground; The scent of skin on skin, And ...

24 December 2012

She Stands Naked in the Changing Room by Mari Dunning

She stands naked in the changing room, Fluorescent lights cast shadows on lines, rolls, wrinkles, Blemished flesh and ugly feet; An ill-fitting bra, swollen rolls where her waist should be. She stands naked in the changing ...

20 December 2012

Pin the Tail on the Donkey by Mari Ellis Dunning

In nursery school, Sally and I would play horses and generally be left alone. In primary school they’d call me ‘Eeyore’ but that was okay. I’m pretty sure the other ...

19 December 2012

Madame Parmentier by Lucy Maddox

The metro zipped through the tunnel, hardly taking the two minutes Dan had allowed to travel between each stop. He practised his French listening skills as the train’s movement joggled ...

18 December 2012

Extended License (In memory of Tracey Jamieson) by Jim Barrass

Hi Jim, a pint of bitter? Aye please. Christ it’s busy What’s going on? It’s for Tracey –there. Who’s Tracey? One-three five Please –Tracey Jamieson –her there – it’s cancer Oh. For Treatment? No – ...

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17 December 2012

Something Wicked by Jim Barrass

Footsteps echo, footsteps echo, footsteps echo, footsteps stop, Turn and listen, holding, breathing, all alone, or maybe not? Heartbeat punctuating silence, tongue licks dry, potential violence, Darkness, quiet, windless, still, moonbright rolls across ...

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17 December 2012

The Moo of Intuition by Nan Lundeen

Have you heard a voice that says, Listen up! This is your gut speaking! Maybe not. Unfortunately, the gut, also known as intuition, usually murmurs in a little voice like ...

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6 December 2012

No Place Like Home by Abigail Rowley

I think of timing all the time. How minutes turn into hours, and hours turn into endless days, seasons rolling into one another and years passing in a blur. I ...