Tag: creative writing

FICTION: Hobby by Paul Wooldridge

He clears the debris. He pushes the shards of wood onto the floor and sweeps them to one side, adding them to the pile in the corner. He holds the broom tentatively. Spots of blood expand across his bandage, turning it from white to sodden red. Once cleared, he applies fresh gauze to his hand

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FICTION: Balls by Cornelius Fitz

Dead, she lived on a while yet, in the question mark curl of a pube, glued to a miniature bar of soap, some jasmine-scented hotel freebie now cracked through disuse, a debauched monument to who we once were, cowering by the mould-blackened tile grouting on the side of the bath. It was certainly hers, this

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FICTION: The Cure by Mark Mayes

i. It was the line of those hills seen from a distance that started it. At first, purple-grey in the fading evening light. From their vantage point of the bench, dedicated to Thomas J Pyne, Who Loved this View, that Tuesday evening in late August, they watched them change, become almost as one with the

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FICTION: There’s Something Wrong With Samantha by Thomas Staples

It had come to Mike’s attention that there was something wrong with Samantha, and as a result, she needed to go. But there was a problem, a great big hole in Mike’s plan that would also require attention: What would he tell the kids? What would he tell Sandra? Animals run away all the time,

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FICTION: Gold Ambition by A.J. Stainsby

You could make out the pink ring around her nipple through her dress, each bud rippling the silk in brail-like formations. She hadn’t taken off her nightgown since she’d slipped into it to leave in, the white silk tainted at the pits with the black of my imitation leather. The lace- the frilly ivory that

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FICTION: An Eye for a Butterfly by Joseph Sale

We recommend reading the prequel ‘Soul Machina’ before exploring ‘An Eye For A Butterfly’: Soul Machina An Eye For A Butterfly * There is no delineation between sleeping and waking now; both offer nothing but darkness. I cannot tell which state I am in: it’s all the same. And in that way, The Machine has

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FICTION: Shores by Nicholas John Greenfield

Chapter 1: The Couple Perhaps it was the measured breathing which woke me, or the repetitive rhythm shaking the place in which I slept. Perhaps it was a sense of sudden mystery, the knowledge that I had no idea how I came to be sitting there. Perhaps it was simply that my memory found it

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POETRY: Christmas Claws By Daniel Soule

  The child slept and mum and dad snored, While Sparky cowered behind the living room door. When down the chimney came old Nick Claws, Crushing some coal under his paws   The Yule log was burning to keep him out Fire against the monster of night’s doubt But the flame is stifled, all light

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FICTION: CopyKat by Bill Davidson

I’m proud to be a CopyKat. No, scrub that crap. To be proud, I’d have to care about what you tiny wittle mousies think. I don’t. You can scurry round your make believe cages, runnin, runnin, runnin. Agreeing that you’re oh so right when you get together and squeak it up a storm, shinin up

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FICTION: Two More Stacks by Craig Burnett

“Hello. My name’s Christopher and I was brought up to see the best in people.” Christopher stuck out a mittened hand. Alice gave it a tentative squeeze, and water from the rain-sodden wool trickled through her fingers. “Thanks so much for stopping,” Christopher said brightly, lowering his hood and climbing into the van. He had

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