New Writing
- The Child
Freya Cox
“A man lay dying. The room had a low roof, white walls, and a mat on the floor. He lay on a low block of a bed, a colorful woven blanket beneath him. His breathing was slow, his eyes drifted open and shut. Square-framed glasses sat on the bedside table …” - Spaceman
Shea Evans
“Spaceman Michael Langford Hocksetter sat at the edge of his porthole and stared down at the distant earth. He sighed. The planet hung suspended in inky nothing, framed by the starry host of heaven, and the sight of this, inspiring to most people …” - Raising Fred
Ruth Gilmour
“She was actually my Great Aunt, but she insisted that I call her ‘Dot.’
‘What have I done to be called “Great?” I run a sheep farm!’ she’d exclaim, wrenching up weeds with vigour and smearing soil across her forehead …” - Familiar
Samantha Noble
“Some days were paint, others charcoal, but most were simple pencil. She was always calmest by the water. Lead in her hand and breeze in her hair. Her private spot, in amongst the tress, down through the overgrown trail and out into a peaceful clearing by the lake …” - The Blight
Eamon Shanahan
“I felt I’d walked for months without pause, and yet I’d only risen for the day an hour past. In my right mind, I’d have known that the pack was lighter today, was near-on weightless now that the last morsel was gone, but still it felt like a boulder strapped to my back …” - The Ball Beneath the Willow
Marina Stanisavljevic
‘“If only they had been alone.
She would have said something. She would not have sat there, in the booth with Connor, sipping on her third chardonnay …’ - Tinder
Jack Theodoulou
‘“The world was darkening around Mira as she brought in the last of the peaches.
Across the river, the pale city stood solid and still like a watchman in the night. Mira’s gaze lingered on it for a moment …’